A young goddess, full of love, fresh with the touch of a husband,
carrying power and rich with anger, strength, urgency, understanding,
follows the direction her ear has led her, down to the place where
the underworld glistens.
At each door she removes a jewel, a belt, a ceremonial robe.
At each door, she is less and more. She bows down through the seventh door.
The young goddess is dead, and waiting. The young goddess is dead.
A goddess goes down, and I can see her. She needs to go, decides
to go.
A goddess goes down, and I can hear her.
-Annie Finch, Why Goddess Feminism, Activism and Spirituality?
Art by Lucy Pierce
I know this story ... it was after an Inanna workshop retreat that I went down: I was fortunate, my life fell apart, She heard my call ... so that I could re-create myself - and Her with me. Hello Annie Finch - must be a sister. thanks and to Trista.
ReplyDeleteDear Pagaian, Yes that is exactly it. Love and blessings, Annie
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