I was looking at the High Priestess yesterday, which I have hanging in my office, and thinking about the strange journeys I’m taking in my dreams lately. Of course, the Oracle sees all.
water sings of how
the goddess ship shines
through the seashadow
of the moon
the language of sleep
swims beneath the skin
of time–
recalling mothermusic
in wind-whispered light
The Oracle was insistent on the Mother this morning. I immediately thought of the high priestess.
Those stilled sleeping seas haunt.
goddess mother tongue is in my head
watching blood run from the moon
why this delirious dream?
I ask the whispering mist
blue ships sing
beneath stilled sleeping seas
I was looking at this High Priestess collage the other day. I did it awhile ago, as part of my Egyptian-themed tarot collages, and it’s been hanging in my office since then. But I’ve never had the right poem to pair it with. Of course the Oracle is always attuned to what I’m thinking.
I’ve also been thinking–how could I not be?–about the current attempts of our government to once again deprive women of equal standing with men. Which are of course intimately tied to the destruction of Mother Earth. The High Priestess represents all the parts of women that many men fear–“what lies beyond the veil”. As Rachel Pollack states in her tarot commentary: “Our society, based completely on outer achievement, fosters a terror of the unconscious….The High Priestess represents all these qualities: darkness, mystery, psychic forces, the power of the moon to stir the unconscious, passivity, and the wisdom gained from it.”
As always, the Oracle knows.
as if
I could rest between the moon
and this long wandering path
listened
with rootforest rainlight
songs seeding the wind
why
do we grow only quiet
as our seasons leave us?
come she said–
follow my secrets
breathe into always
K. 