THE DESCENT by Rachel Lyon

The Descent
by Rachel Lyon

The wet, dripping walls of this cave

I stroke on my decent

into the inner chambers

barefooted and disrobed

The cold air brushes my shoulders

as the empty space sucks me into its womb

where no light penetrates

and no flower grows

where shadows emanate

The cave of my desires

The impregnation of my dreams

I turn in this expanse of space

fingertips stroking nothingness

Down here I am reborn

My mind manifests beauty onto dark, shiny walls

The projector

illuminates

the deep fantasies of life

A woman descends

in her underground chamber

to be reborn again and again

To bring light to the world as

the light barer

A new egg gifted to her

palms gently folding to cup her desires that overflow

everlastingly to her lips

she swallows the divine

She takes darkness into herself

and births light

ascends

upon a new moon night

Rachel Lyon: I have been writing poetry since childhood, as a means of recording my feelings. I spiritually awoke when I was 20, while visiting Arizona and have pursued my writing ever since to explore my feelings of this changing world. I recently had a poem (with love, Gaia) published in the GODDESS:When She Rules anthology and often recite poetry at the Poetry Society. I live in London and am a teacher with children. I practice Veganism and meditation and am working on a book. I believe that we need to strengthen the vibratory field of women on this earth plane through solidarity and sisterhood in order to heal mankind and help it to advance.

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