Dreaming Archetypal

She rises from the river –a culmination of my prayers and tears, I suppose Eyes glow with a ungodly hungerIs she predator or night prowlerI wonder, frozen from fright Disinterested in ego, ignoringperfection, she multipliesher energy frenetic I try to harness her,tame the primal, raw forcefear I cannot house her But she is no one’s […]

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Black Madonna, Revisited

Remember that Autumn, we drove up to Campbell River, like teenagers, skipping out of class – a cackle of women, spiritually forming? Felt as if we had bided our time, willing this union to occur – high on anticipation, giddy that our routine femininity had been strewn across the barricades of our socially contrived existence. […]

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Mystical She

Like silk whispering across my skin; a gentle mist kissing my soul; kindness unburdening me; warmth, and cinnamon spice; She comes.   Of the Earth, is She whose heart beats with mine a rhythm of life renewal and deepest bliss   Her essence luminous and night shimmering at the water’s edge or pulsating at the […]

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