Merlin Stone Dumb Supper with Z Budapest
Ξ April 11th, 2011 | → Comments Off on Merlin Stone Dumb Supper with Z Budapest | ∇ Feminist Spirituality, Women's Poetry |
I didn’t kiss you yet
She whispered
My body pulses
I feel her breath on me
Skin comes alive
You didn’t kiss me yet?
I whisper back
I can almost feel
Her flesh on mine
She comes alive
I didn’t kiss you yet
She teases me
Are you sure?
I ask her plain
Quite sure
There’s something more
Unspoken
Promising
Engaging
I smile wildly
Well then kiss me
And never stop
Kiss me
Make me want you
Kiss me
Want you more
Kiss me
Invoke me
And, I’ll kiss you
In places you’d forgotten
Sweet friends,
I’ve received a phone call regarding Shekhinah, … and the news is sad, but also happy.
Shekhinah has slipped into a state of constant sleep now. Her breathing labored, and heavier on the out breaths. It’s clear she’s near her crossing time.
The happy news is that her daughter is with her now. Though they can’t talk, I’ve no doubt that Shekhinah hears every word and is most likely out-of-body hugging her beloved daughter. It’s good they have this time together now.
The other happy news, and what I think I’ll chose to hold dear, is that Shekhinah was awake and had more energy most of the night. She talked and talked about the beautiful ritual that Z lead. She knew what the ritual was for and as I understand it, she was very happy and smiling as she spoke. She had a lot to say last night which to me means that all of the beautiful energies you sisters sent her … energized her and filled her with your love.
So, that is where our dear sister is at now. Don’t be surprised if you glimpse her or dream of her over the next few days. The veil has thinned and now, those who have gone before her are waiting to welcome her home.
From her flow and ebb,
Cerridwen Sidhewolf
WE ARE THE FLOW
by Shekhinah Mountainwater
We are the flow,
we are the ebb
We are the weavers,
we are the web.
We are the weave,
we are the web,
We are the spiders,
we are the thread.
We are the spiders,
we are the thread,
We are the witches
back from the dead.
I awoke to the darkness
When a hush is in the air
To smell of my lover
Though she was not there
Her fragrance hung
Like morning dew to vine
I felt her fill the room
This lady love of mine
She washes over me
Oceans to their shore
She leaves me wanting
And begging her for more
In total darkness
Rising up to greet her
To revel in her mysteries
Once more, once more my lover