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Christian Roots - I |
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Jahweh says to Mahweh 'I want to touch you.' Mahweh reply 'I never will say no' and so they go neverending engendering rending then remembering. She spreads herself before him For she is ocean He sets her shimmering For he is sun Together they are cloud rain thunder They rip the sky asunder She trembles Mountains rise He growls Fire crackles the air He plows her darkness Turns her over and over she cries 'you are my only lover!' she bursts into fruit his seed took root their sighs in syncrony vibrate a higher frequency they rise entwined infinity sign the fuitful vine ears prick up everywhere Jahweh laugh-there is song Mahweh kiss-there is bread Touch and taste all is fed And begin again love without end II Jahweh speaks to Mahweh: 'It is good,' and she reply, with lowered eye 'It is my love for you.' Jahweh laugh, 'my bashful one So brazen when I bed you! I come to you again, again, as on the night I wed you. So it shall be for our children, I consecrate them to you: you shall be their Wisdom, all of me that's knowable, but they will pay your pride-price too lost tossing in your tangles to pin you, to win you...' Mahweh purr 'My darkness is for you to prick, my desire for you knows no end. Husband, make it so for them. Let me stand at their gates And call out the way.' Jahweh, stern, 'Those will remember us who will. Those who do not Will learn.' 'Ah a true Papa!' Mahweh tease. I'll see to them meantime. Now, touch me please.' Jahweh plow Mahweh moist. Buds pop on the vines. Mahweh sprawl Inviting all And the barrels burst With wine. If one looks into the Bible closely enough one finds the feminine principle there. In the Hebrew scripture she is the Shekhinah, the Glory of God. She is the light that illuminates Moses' face when he descends from Mt. Sinai. In the Proverbs and the apocryphal book The Wisdom of Solomon, the Greeks called her Sophia, Wisdom, the immanent aspect of divinity, or, if you will, The Great Mother. In the New Testament the three Marys appear, the female trinity with Mary Magdalene, the sacred prostitute as its head. She, not the Virgin Mary, is the Great Mother. This is the Meri of Egyptian tradition, of whom there are also three. And there is a far far older story, its antiquity so great that scholrs date it back as much as 300,000 years. It is from the Yoruba in West Africa, the the place these same scholars are sure is the site of Atlantis. Yemenja to Olukun I am the waves of the sea but You are its depths. It is You who accounts for my fecundity. You hold me up to the light so that I sparkle. When You are stern it is I who storms and destroys many things. When You come to me with joy it is I who bestows, yielding up treasures to the shores of the human world. You are the Source and the destination, I the Love which shows the way. It is You who makes me Mother, all these babes to tend, and You are the dark well I drink from, so that Love has no end. My breats are never empty for I sip from Your cup and I am always beautiful for it is You who makes me so. You are known by many names, but one is for my lips alone. You are inside as I ride astride You from the first day to this, You the throne. Surrender is not for me to choose, for there is nothing else. I yield glad from my womb again and again. There is no end. Continue to Christian Roots # 2   Copyright © 2003 rootsie.com |
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