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OUROBOROS by Ruth Calder Murphy


This poem comes out of a very deep place for me…

 A place of pain and darkness, but also the brightest, most “alive” place there is... and a realization that they’re the same place.

Ouroboros - the serpent-circle, who in swallowing its tail, is in constant renewal, a continuation, an ancient symbol of eternal life and renewed life and the connection that every life has with Divinity and Eternity.

For me, Ouroboros is one of the most potent and powerful symbols there is - and one that I feel, reflected in every facet of my life. 

A constant renewing, moving forward and becoming, at the same time held and freed by the circle.

My painting, “The Infinite Embrace” not only shows Ouroboros, but also the other symbol that has a special place in my heart: The Tree of Life. Sacred to many traditions, it symbolizes the connection between the material and the spiritual, Heaven and Earth and the Underworld, Life and Death and Resurrection. Again, the poem (indirectly) reflects this image: Everything is connected, everything is sacred.

And so, I dance the dance of life and death and being, constantly stripping away, constantly dying and rising again, held always in the Ouroboros Circle, connected with the Source and Spirit of all things.

Blessed Be.
~Painting 'The Infinite Embrace' by the author, Ruth Calder Murphy~

Ouroboros’ Kiss

Boldy,
step into the Ouroboros circle,
the place where life and death
smile into each other’s eyes,
where dross
is turned to gold.
Strip naked,
cold,
then,
strip again.
Flay skin from flesh
and flesh from bone,
throw all into the cauldron
and keep on dancing.
Stars bright above,
the moon another Ouroboros,
smiling strong.
Dance!
Dance the dance of dawn,
of the ancient ever-young,
of the re-born.
Look to the East,
where the new day
pours liquid gold over the horizon
and dance!
Dance to the rhythm
of the season,
to the song of the stars.
Dance to the dying
and rising,
the cessation and creation,
the continuation.
Dance!
Here, in the time between times,
in the dark-light,
not-quite night,
in the dance before dawn,
I am re-born
and I rise on the bliss
of Ouroboros’ kiss
to dance again.
~

Ruth Calder Murphy is a writer, artist, music teacher, wife and mother living in London, UK. Her life is wonderfully full of creativity and low-level chaos. She is the author of one published novel, “The Scream,” several books of poetry and one or two as-yet unpublished novels. She is passionate about celebrating the uniqueness of people, questioning the unquestionable and discovering new perspectives on old wonders. She is learning to ride the waves that come along—peaks and troughs—and is waking up to just how wonderful life really is. You can visit Ruth and view more of her art on her website here, or on her Facebook page. Her latest book is available on Amazon here, and here


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