Persephone sacrifices everything
She has even known-
She becomes Shadow
And Energy.
Pack lightly,
There is no turning back.
For everything will have to go
Before you find your name
And find your spirit playing in Eden.

What is your heart’s desire?
The Underworld demands to know
Everything you have learned to now
Is useless.
Something unquiet is stirring
At the edge of your awareness.
What would it be
To hold the presence of Summer
Forever?

There are initiators
Catalysts
Those that could step in
And solve all difficulties,
But the story would be incomplete
And borrowed.
Kore would continue without a name-
A shadow of her mother.
Hecate continues to stand as Witness
At all of our crossroads.
Allowing Kore to vanish from her mother’s story
Slip below the surface of her days
And into the gateway of power
Knowing her name, role and purpose.

Past Power
Out of the hands of the temples
Into the hands of Kings-
Ignoring the deeper power
Found in unity.

Only when the known has been exhausted
Can the unknown be birth
Two realities never to coexist
Like the Equinox or Solstice-
A seed descends
Traveling to the Underworld
Empty of all but potentiality.
The seed case cracking open
Sends forth a root to nourish and sustain
Life wedded to the Earth
Reaching towards the Heavens.

The ascent from the depths is cyclical
Going down is a fall into gravity
The obvious directional pull
Returning to the surface takes time
Having been pierced to the core
We have been changed
Revealing our own true self.

Each individual word
A work of art
a moment; a feeling
An encounter with the other.
Spaces joining word to word
Like the emptiness that hold an atom in place
That holds all matter to its core.

The unknown traveler
An icy visitor from afar
Began its plummet to the sun
Destruction assured, yet
Power greater then believed
She emerges from the flame
To dream again.

The illusions that bind us
As delicate as embroidery
But we are hunters-
Readers of the Earth and Sky
Born to defy fear.
Empty of absolutes; permanence.
A seed beginning to expand
No longer a fixed point-
A verb.
Remembering the deeper truth

Your life is determined by your assumptions
Which only echo what we whisper to ourselves.
Nothing has existence
Except for that which we are give it life –
What is it that you consent to be true?