Into Autumn’s well
I dip my chalice
and I drink deep.
Leaves crumble in my mouth.
I taste ancient blood
a cold, wet, bitter tang
& a sense of foreboding.
What did I dare
come here
to do?
Spores pour from my nostrils
Thorns tear my bare skin
as my breathing matches the cadence
of winds whipping the leaves
into frenzy.
And
sonorously,
the forest’s lungs
reverberate the balance
between the dead and dying,
the alive and living.
In the space between
She appears before me
in her blood-red garb
Summoning
the spirits
from the deep hollows
where they keep
their counsel
casting the bones
for signs, signals,
and to summon
that which lies
beyond their realms.
It is time.
She has come for me.
She has come to take me
To show me.
I beg her mercy
but she does not allow.
Yet she lovingly takes me
into Her arms
and together,
we open the door
of the path toward Becoming.
I yield before me:
The stargate to my own
Soul’s
Opening—
As a fiery sun
relentlessly,
inexorably drawn
into the abyss of the mightiest
black hole.
All that energy vanishing
beyond present perception.
Where does it go?
In the now,
I witness a death.
But beyond
the black hole,
there is another Self,
witnessing
the translation, a newly birthed Form
unseen & inconceivable
to the present Self.
I am that blood-red One
Cloaked in the finery of my Future Self
Reflecting and refracting
the infinite mirrored Selves
which spiral through the abyss
of the unknowable unfolding
the incarnate visage
into which we peer
losing ourselves
in the ecstasy of awareness,
oblivion,
awareness,
oblivion,
endlessly entwined
each yawning open wide
to receive the other.
Naked and unashamed,
in radiant bliss
I cross
the Gate of Souls
forged anew
in the grasp
of surrender
to my own
undoing.
{All
is made whole
in the heart of the Beloved.
Such is its ineffable grace.}
(c) Summer Blake 2021