Coniunctio…

I Am Mother…Earth…Giver of Life…Drawing/Photograph by Toni Roberts

She, speaking softly

From the folds

Of the wet, dark place

Tells of Her thousand pleasures

 

What perverse misconstruction, asks She

Tells you that I am not the Center?

The seat of your being…of Life itself?

Why know you not that mine is the passageway to Heaven?

Through mine Divine Portal

The breath of life blows

To scatter seeds

Of Being

 

What say You? Asks He

This talk of Holy Entrance?

The Seat of Life?

The Passageway to Heaven?

The Way to Heaven is through Me

What know You of pleasure, indeed?

You, who are bound to earth

To moaning, groaning, writhing and wailing

In ecstasies of the flesh…

What know You of the pleasure

Of a bursting star?

Of universes that explode into being

From molten lava

Which rises from my Peak?

 

Fool above

I hear You speak…

Know You not the Source

Of the sun-kissed fluid

That ignites within You the spark of Life?

A sad and lifeless sack of dry grey matter

Would You be

Were it not

For Me…

 

Great Slut below,

O Wanton One of earth and flesh

Dare You imply

That rank and reeking place

Where You reside

The Source

Of my sweet elixir of life?

 

To be sure, My Lord

That’s what I speak…

Come down to see

How from a thousand Ecstasies

Flows the golden fluid

So vital to

Both You and Me…

 

What say You, O’ Fierce and Fearless Ruler

Of the Realm above?

Pierce this dark, warm wetness

Of my Being

With your shaft of Light…

Descend to me so that I may envelope You

In all the sweetness of my ecstasy…

So that I may whisper in your fair ear

Of a thousand unknown things…

 

Let me wrap my huge, dark loins

About Your stiff, unyielding back

And ride upon You

Waves of endless joy…

Pleasure greater than the bursting stars

Of infinite universes

Is Yours to have

For acceptance of my Realm

As the Path to Immortality…

 

Lower Yourself, my Fearless One

Into the deep, dark waters of my Being

Penetrate deeply with the flame

Of your raging passion

Explode within

My

Center…

 

Though resist He tries

Her liquid words have set Him

All a quiver…

He turns this way, then that

Yet is sucked like shavings by a magnet

Through the Portals

Of Her Secret Place…

 

Pray not, He moans

To be forever trapped

In fleshly prison

This Light

That once

Was

I…

 

(Copyright 1998, as The Fall of the God; by Toni Roberts. First published in The Crone Chronicles, 1998.)

 

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Yin To His…

Awakening; Artwork and Photo by Toni Roberts

 

                      YANG…

Artwork & Photography by Toni Roberts: http://www.toni-roberts.fineartamerica.com

Autumn…Season of Death

river at autumn

 

river at autumn II

 

Autumn…Season of Death

I sit here gazing out at my river…allowing my mind to drift along with its flow. I am reminded by the changing colors of the trees that summer has, indeed, passed; and like the trees on the far shore of the river, I, too, am undergoing a season of change…a season of death.

Unlike years prior, I am experiencing this season of death not with sadness and gloom but with a quiet joy in my heart because now, in this season of my maturity, I am experiencing death and rebirth simultaneously.

Who? What is dying? And how can I rejoice over the death of any part of self?

She who would hold me back on this journey of at-one-ment is gone. The fear-driven, doubting, ego-personality-self; the one who trusted nothing—no one—but her own blind, limited, ignorant-of-the-truth-self has passed away…

She’s been burned to ash in the fires of initiation; and from those ashes, my new, Christ-infused-Soul now arises.

The Sacred Marriage has taken place; my soul has taken a bridegroom—the Bridegroom.

Yang and Yin have been joined together. The Holy Couple now rule this body, mind, soul…life.

I AM renewed, rebuilt, restored as the God Seed takes root and flowers into new being.

My life is now lived under the authority of the GodWoman within to whom responsibility has been transferred. Instead of attempting work out (in my tired, little brain) every matter that gives me pause, I have given Her full permission to be my response in every matter and aspect of my life.

When I am brutally honest with myself, I am forced to admit that I, the “i” that is communicating these thoughts, does not have a clue as to what this “third dimension” of Reality and the myriad forms contained within it should look like. Therefore, I have returned responsibility for this life—individual and collective—to its rightful “Owner—that which is responsible for the creation and maintenance of the entire universe and all of its contents—including us confused humans.

My life is becoming a celebration of the demise of ruler-ship of the flesh and the triumphant restoration of the ruler-ship of what we humans perceive as the Divinity underlying all creation.