gifts of the goddess

7/23/2019 gifts of the goddess

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gifts of the goddess

.:. poems & musings .:.

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omi


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omi [oh-ME]

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3/14

inspired by & dedicated to the Divine Feminine...

Oshun

Nut

Menhit

Durga

Aziri / Ezili

Oya

Lakshmi

Yemonja

HetHru

Sekhmet

KaliMa

Mami Wata

...and liberated women everywhere.

may She bless us all, always.


4/14

invocation

no matter how you found these words,

or where you are on your Path,

may you rest, assured, in the Love and Care of the Divine Mother.

as.


5/14

litany of an unreformed magdalene

it may sound delusional to say that being violated made me who i am, but it's true.

i can't say who i'd be if i hadn't been a broken-hearted girl with too much information.

hell was my cocoon, but its fires tempered a steely butterfly.

this sexy wasnt free.
http://seatofbliss.blogspot.com/2007/06/litany-of-unreformed-magdalene.htmlhttp://seatofbliss.blogspot.com/2007/06/litany-of-unreformed-magdalene.htmlhttp://seatofbliss.blogspot.com/2007/06/litany-of-unreformed-magdalene.html


6/14

sacrifice

i .

i am

the holy whore,

redfoot woman.

etched with henna,

brass and gold sing as i walk--

ankles, feet, neck and crown

heavy with adornments.

full

always full

of my own

water.

quenching thirst,

cleansing souls.

i have laid upon the altar,

gave and gave;

conceived children of god

deep within myself;

greeting them with fruit and incense

upon conception.

i i.

maybe

i have always known my place.

now, men fear

rather than respect;

no one teaches them.

no one leads them.

...yet they come.

drawn to the old ways

with numbed tongues

and far deeper wounds

than my hands can heal.


7/14

i ii .

i am qadishtu,

a woman alone in her tent;

snow maiden,

daughter of HetHru;

lightning for eyes,

honey for thighs.

nearly alone

this lifetime.

unadorned,

nearly forgotten...

but

incapable

of fading away.


8/14

so many men, so many lifetimes.

once, they held no judgment, no pretense. only respect.

i would become so intertwined with them that solitude became sensual, a precious personal space.time to rest firmly within my own body without calling on the Goddess to heal or consult.

i walked in power. every step, every gesture, mattered.

i was a sacrifice, yes...but never a martyr. there was nothing pitiful or sad about my service.

in this time, offering my body as community property would be disastrous. sexuality has been defiled,the true Womanspirit stifled.

still, i am not alone. my lovers live within me, and they are innumerable.

they hold me in the empty spaces

...still praising, still grateful.


9/14

temple woman's prayer

Mother of MothersImmaculate HeartBlessed One

hear me now.

shield, guide and protect your daughter.show me the path that will feed my heart and soul.

protect me from those who can only see my body and its pleasures,who would use my power as their own.

bring me true love and affection.give me, grant me the power to heal in other dimensions,and the freedom to choose when to do it intimately.

may i never, ever be forcedinto this position, nor relegate another to that fate.

may those in the profession be protected and respected.

remind me, Sweet Mother, that my body is Your instrument, Your vessel.

i may not love all, but know i can be compassion-filled.where my legs remain closed, may my heart remain appropriately open...

thank Youfor my beautythe sway of my hipsmy shapemy sensuality

my flirtatious, wild nature.

i love who You've made me.

strengthen my mind, heart and spirit.remove all shame and doubt.

what You have bestowed, let no one rend asunder.

as.
http://seatofbliss.blogspot.com/2011/12/temple-womans-prayer.htmlhttp://seatofbliss.blogspot.com/2011/12/temple-womans-prayer.htmlhttp://seatofbliss.blogspot.com/2011/12/temple-womans-prayer.html


10/14

primordial

for each of us as women, there is a dark place within, where hidden and growing our true spirit rises...

these places of possibility within ourselves are dark because they are ancient and hidden; they havesurvived and grown strong through the darkness. within these deep places, each one of us holds anincredible reserve of creativity and power, of unexamined and unrecorded emotion and feeling. the

woman's place of power within each of us is neither white nor surface; it is dark, it is ancient, and it isdeep.

~ Audre Lorde,"Poetry Is Not A Luxury

i encountered my deep, dark womb-self:veiled, cloaked in luscious, merlot red.

sensuous, ethereal;real yet fantastic.

a lightness possessing the gravity of eons.
http://seatofbliss.blogspot.com/2010/07/primordial-revisited-continued-expanded.htmlhttp://www.onbeing.org/program/words-shimmer/feature/poetry-not-luxury-audre-lorde/318http://www.onbeing.org/program/words-shimmer/feature/poetry-not-luxury-audre-lorde/318http://www.onbeing.org/program/words-shimmer/feature/poetry-not-luxury-audre-lorde/318http://www.onbeing.org/program/words-shimmer/feature/poetry-not-luxury-audre-lorde/318http://seatofbliss.blogspot.com/2010/07/primordial-revisited-continued-expanded.html


11/14

the witches testimony

not all wombs open easily.

there are many ways to warm a bedand feed from breasts.

there was a timewhen a woman unto herselfwas understood and embracedas a different kind of ideal.

over time,politics gained import.the men got suspiciousand aroused the suspicion of our sisters...

She said:

"it's all right. from now on, youll just have to be brave.this path will be laced with broken glassinstead of leisure.but you will knowwho you are.and, if you learn your lessons well,I will guarantee that you want for nothing."

so, yes, daughter,we have always been here.

yes, some turned bitter, seeing our sisters' comforts:years of smug smiles and haughty glances

inspired sterile darkness.

therein lies the worst of our reputation.

still...most of uswere simply goodand misunderstood.


12/14

omo Oshun

i .sweet scents andshea butter rubdownssinging silent love notes to my body.

hot tea after a hot bath.

silk.

tracing the lines of my tattooswith idle fingers.

i i.sometimes i forget:love will always bring me back to center

fill the holes,mend what's broken,seal the cracks with honeycomb.

love guides my waters home.

and water has no enemy.
http://seatofbliss.blogspot.com/2010/02/omo-oshun.htmlhttp://seatofbliss.blogspot.com/2010/02/omo-oshun.htmlhttp://seatofbliss.blogspot.com/2010/02/omo-oshun.html


13/14

homecoming

i have journeyed back to the deep darknessthe blackness of the womb, inky nothingness of space.

the beginning.

reunited with the Source:She who loves Her sonsbut offers Her daughters Her secrets

She's implanted themin our hearts, spirits:songs hummed as dish-washing soundtracks,knit into sweaters;whispers sliding down soup spoonsas westirwatch

wait...

"who has harmed you,She asks.and where can I find one so foolish?"

hearing Her voice,we cease being strong(if we haven't already)and pour out our hearts;

we linger,

warmed by Mama's bosom, delighting in Her loveuntil we are ready to travel again.

we leave bearing giftsgrander than the ones we gave,smiling sweetlyor still weeping,but encouraged, strengthened

well awarethat our gracious, wondrous Mothersuffers no fools.
http://seatofbliss.blogspot.com/2009/10/homecoming.htmlhttp://seatofbliss.blogspot.com/2009/10/homecoming.htmlhttp://seatofbliss.blogspot.com/2009/10/homecoming.html


14/14

good morning

easing out of dreams,

i am bathed in warm honeythat pools at the base of my spine,

rinsed in river water,

and loved.

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