The Descent
by Rachel Lyon
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
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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