Lady Cyclades

I Am All That Is! Be I!

Fierce Virgin,

sky-clad Lady of Cyclades,    

I Am axis of all cycles;

axle of all action,

soul of emotion!

I Am the alabaster,

still center of motion,

Source of all Arising!

Psyche, Cybele, Sibyl,

One in All, Allat!

I Am the spine of will,

bone of contention,

core of content,

suckler of discontent,

sickle of death, sickle-moon of rebirth,

insight, courage, time in space.

I Am the backbone of the Real.

I Am white bone inside black night,

a candle lit.

Suck Me, a tooth,

hard tit of truth.

Drink fire.  Face your fear;

and I will help you to aspire.

Stand upright, feet flat on hard earth.

Walk tall, Womban, while you can.

I Am the rod and staff

and pillar of Justess,

arrow of marrow, vulture clean:

entombed bare bones, rebirth,

hugging Myself, alone,

chrysalis of becoming,

white cocoon of tight-furled wings.

Try to fly high.

Ask why before you die.

Before you lie, horizon ice,

be vertical, be virtuous, be verity.

Adventurous adventuress: Be Advent!

Image your spine erect;

conjure respect.

Arise! Delight!

Look in My empty eyes

and see the endless skies. 

Be wise. Resist. Persist. Exist!

© Tamara Rasmussen 2018