Dancing Temple Gypsy

Swing and Smash

I see you in your goofiness

and today it does not delight me -

but repulses me.

Which is it you want me to be?

Your mother or your lover?

Your lover or your mother?

It struck me the first time I saw

you eat at the table

fork and knife poised skyward,

elbows raised for efficiency...

I saw you dive in

like a pubescent boy

slurping, sucking, gnawing, chawing.

Is this the way you enter me

with your rod, your tool?

With no finesse, nor grace -

but with ravenous appetite?

I spit on your boots

and push you to the ground.

I goad you with a stick.

Hovering over you

until you release yourself

from your own prison

of Mother-hating boy.

Go there, be there,

remember that painful place

now

and you will be free

from creating a life

which is made of running away,

being cool,

playing the good boy,

the trustable one.

I dare you to do something foolish,

rebellious,

truly irresponsible for you.

Swing and smash

yourself awake.

Be free,

my brother.

Sarah Priestess

March 26, 2010

Temple Burger

Return to the Temple

What does this chocolate-eyed, big-hearted man do, inviting the Goddesses into silence to consider these questions?

Shall I dare tell him that the Way for me is not through deep contemplation, but rather by leaving

the man in the dark cave to ponder these ideas himself...

...whilst we go on hands and knees touching roots and mosses, sniffing and snorting the Wild Earth pungency

...plunging into river madness, screaming to the mountain-tops our joyous craziness.

I sit and watch my Goddess deny her Nature - hold her Breath, leaning back in her seat, not swallowing; eyes squinting and straining, cringing and grimacing, forcing a 'restfulness' making herself the steady one - which was never God's design.

Hallelujah!

She is the wild one and must be witnessed in all her raving madness - tripping and falling, hair flying, pelvis writhing, screaming and exalting like the wildest thunderstorm.

Wait.

"Are thunderstorms dangerous?" you ask.

Do you know the most beautiful freshness in the air that comes only after a lightning storm?

I invite you to Breathe that in Sisters and Brothers!

Go ahead.

Within that is both the answer and the question.

And we focus so much on the danger of the Lightning storm and the potential of the towering tree being incinerated to the ground leaving nothing but a piece of smouldering charcoal on the Earth.

I am as wise and open as the towering tree. I am as humble and reduced as the piece of charcoal.

I return to the temple to dance before the men and await to hear their deep ponderings from the cave.

Sarah Priestess

December, 2009

Dreaming Dragon Girl

Dreaming dragon girl

clouds and hills and icy snow

riding on the winds, we go

Shape our dreams

Shine our beams

Warm us by your fiery glow

Only those who dream will know

Dreaming dragon girl

by Sarah Priestess

March 2, 2010

inspired by Grace on Jake's drumlin

Sip and Pray

Sit here

and drink

this healing elixir

I have made for you.

Sipping slowly

the healing love

medicine

Mother Earth

has provided.

Green gold

Earth sun

Pour some more

Hold the cup

in vessel hands

Prayers for you

eyes closed

sipping down

the healing Queen

the dreaming dream

the golden green

the golden green

the golden green

quenching

quenching

quenching

tea

the Grandmother's drink

quietly

they sip and pray

sip and pray

their life away

wild children play

the sweet medicine

of old

sweet medicine

of old

Take this cup

the elixir made

for you this day

sip and pray

your life away

a golden green

a dreaming Queen

sweetness made

this day

by Sarah Priestess

March 9, 2010