Wednesday, October 12, 2016
Preparing to Greet the Goddess
PREPARING TO GREET THE GODDESS
Do not think of her
unless you are prepared
to be driven to your limits,
to rush forth from yourself
like a ritual bowl overflowing
with sacramental wine.
Do not summon her image
unless you are ready to be blinded,
to stand in the flash
of a center exploding,
yourself shattering into the landscape,
wavering bits of bark and water.
Do not speak her name
until you have said good-bye
to all your familiar trinkets—
your mirrors, your bracelets,
your childhood adorations.
From now on you are nothing,
a ghost sighing at the window,
a voice singing underwater.
Dorothy Walters
Note: I wrote this poem two months before I experienced dramatic Kundalini awakening. Obviously, it was a foreshadowing of what was to come. Kundalini is, for me, the goddess of goddesses, and the raw energy behind all depictions of the goddesses of various traditions.
Do not think of her
unless you are prepared
to be driven to your limits,
to rush forth from yourself
like a ritual bowl overflowing
with sacramental wine.
Do not summon her image
unless you are ready to be blinded,
to stand in the flash
of a center exploding,
yourself shattering into the landscape,
wavering bits of bark and water.
Do not speak her name
until you have said good-bye
to all your familiar trinkets—
your mirrors, your bracelets,
your childhood adorations.
From now on you are nothing,
a ghost sighing at the window,
a voice singing underwater.
Dorothy Walters
Note: I wrote this poem two months before I experienced dramatic Kundalini awakening. Obviously, it was a foreshadowing of what was to come. Kundalini is, for me, the goddess of goddesses, and the raw energy behind all depictions of the goddesses of various traditions.
