As I gaze into the mirror darkly
mesmerised by that which stares back from the infinite well in time-space
She struggles for release from his tempestuous hold
How long has it been since the light of Lemuria dimmed?
Since intuition has been vanquished by shadowy mysticism and the logical mind?
How many millennia have passed, ravaged by him and his seed?
The land carefully constructed to subjugate her children
isolating them within a two dimensional existence
forgetting the golden age that once was
Though well crafted images hold sway
while sinister manuevers are orchestrated in the dark,
the embers of mother’s essence still burn
Though dangerous liaisons are manufactured
and the privileged seek shelter from the judgement,
her light awakens within me
Though Magicians quest for mastery over the elements
and the self chosen huddle in black illumination,
I begin to soar uncontrollably phasing through made-stone and earth
Learning to fly again is both horrifying and wondrous!
Regardless of that which lies beyond the horizon
or what returns amid the cold orbs of the night,
I am comforted, made wiser by the nurturing spirit
and made whole again
I remember Mother!
Adiuva me verterem figuram mundi