When you are afraid

When you are afraid
of your own darkness
of aloneness
of being childless
of external judgement
Sit right there
in the Void
Eyes glittering
open wide
looking your shadow
right in the eye

As you breathe deeply
beckoning your dark bits
to come out & play
the fear dissolves
into pure experience
- here & now

& you sniff its scent
& you let it stroke your cheek
& you observe how ancient it is
& you dance with it
- dance, dance, dance,
Flirt even!
& you growl at it, drool dripping down your lips
nails scratching the floor
you shiver & cry
you moan
you hiss
you sigh

yet

you don’t let it penetrate your heart
you don’t allow yourself to identify with it
you call it out of its shadows
to be seen
really seen -
then transformed into the only truth
of light

For what else are your hidden bits
but invitations to return closer to the Source?
For what else are your dark bits
but the wintery mud of the earth,
about to smell the call of Spring?

& there -
once resistance has softened
& fear has anchored in the now
& you’ve let go of when you’re ‘on the other side’ or how much better your life will be -
the Dark Goddess appears
caressing you in her motherly embrace of a loving, death

A death - which we often have forgotten - only insists the glory of transformation.
A death - which we often have suppressed - as an essential aspect of the mystical life

& there you are -
battered
bruised
liberated in pure potentiality
birthed from loving chaos
declaring your power
holy alive