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    Untelling Creation

    At the end of those days
    When Hel had frozen over...
    Well, when Hel had frozen over everything She wanted to freeze over,
    And when Time put His hourglass back in the cupboard,
    And when every dreamer in a dream could dream a world entire for others to learn to dream,

    The White Goddess said to the Horned God, "Come. Here."
    And so, He who had come and be-come so many times before,
    He came,
    And reintegrated His horniness with the Green God’s snakiness,
    For, at last, the achiness of His Hunt was enough.

    And the White Goddess desired even more that horny snakiness,
    Or maybe she just wanted that snaky horniness,

    Thus, the White Goddess said to the Green God, "Come. Here."
    And so, He who had blown the world over for a Kalpa and a half,
    He came,
    And recombined the gust of His gales with the Blue Consort’s devotion,
    For, at last, the motion of His blowing was enough.

    Well, what White Goddess could resist a lover absolutely empowered and absolutely adoring?
    This White Goddess could not,

    This White Goddess said to the Blue Consort, "Come. Here."
    And so, He who had served and serviced Her in the timeless place of being in love,
    He came,
    And merged His passion with Miriel’s beauty,
    For, at last, the duty of His daily wise was enough.

    Yet the bringing together of all these things was glorious,
    And the Universe was brimming with the light of beings being fully themselves and being fully fulfilled,
    But something nagged at the mind of the White Goddess.
    She saw a hand-mirror propped against an uncarved stone,
    And behind that hand-mirror she saw a Shadow,
    And in the seeing of that Shadow she remembered a lover who had left her long, long ago.

    And so She went into that one remaining dark place,
    And there She found the last unmined gem of compassion still weeping
    For every love that had gone unrequited,
    For every severing that had never quite healed,
    For every loss and loneliness,
    For every potential happiness left sealed.
    The White Goddess reached out
    And in the ringing reconciliation of hug
    She came,
    She emptied,
    She swallowed all darkness, all light.

    And all that was left was Her emptiness, Miriel and the mirror.
    The Goddess and Miriel delighted in making love in front of the mirror.

    And, finally, They said to one another, "Come. Here."
    And so, Emptiness and Form at the height of the tension of play,
    They came,
    And reunited Her image with Her being
    For, at last, Her seeing was enough.

    And so She took a walk
    In the forest of every tree that had ever been,
    And asked of them, "Who is the most beautiful of all?"
    And everything that had ever been just laughed.

    And laughing as well, the Goddess turned to the Witness and said, "Come. Here."
    And so, You who had seen all these things and spoken of them with the certainty of vision,
    You came,
    And joined You to everything that was and is and is yet to come, You who were never truly parted,
    For, at last, the All that You --- yes, You (and You, and You, and You...) --- had started was enough.

    Untelling Creation

    At the end of those days
    When Hel had frozen over...
    Well, when Hel had frozen over everything She wanted to freeze over,
    And when Time put His hourglass back in the cupboard,
    And when every dreamer in a dream could dream a world entire for others to learn to dream,

    The White Goddess said to the Horned God, "Come. Here."
    And so, He who had come and be-come so many times before,
    He came,
    And reintegrated His horniness with the Green God’s snakiness,
    For, at last, the achiness of His Hunt was enough.

    And the White Goddess desired even more that horny snakiness,
    Or maybe she just wanted that snaky horniness,

    Thus, the White Goddess said to the Green God, "Come. Here."
    And so, He who had blown the world over for a Kalpa and a half,
    He came,
    And recombined the gust of His gales with the Blue Consort’s devotion,
    For, at last, the motion of His blowing was enough.

    Well, what White Goddess could resist a lover absolutely empowered and absolutely adoring?
    This White Goddess could not,

    This White Goddess said to the Blue Consort, "Come. Here."
    And so, He who had served and serviced Her in the timeless place of being in love,
    He came,
    And merged His passion with Miriel’s beauty,
    For, at last, the duty of His daily wise was enough.

    Yet the bringing together of all these things was glorious,
    And the Universe was brimming with the light of beings being fully themselves and being fully fulfilled,
    But something nagged at the mind of the White Goddess.
    She saw a hand-mirror propped against an uncarved stone,
    And behind that hand-mirror she saw a Shadow,
    And in the seeing of that Shadow she remembered a lover who had left her long, long ago.

    And so She went into that one remaining dark place,
    And there She found the last unmined gem of compassion still weeping
    For every love that had gone unrequited,
    For every severing that had never quite healed,
    For every loss and loneliness,
    For every potential happiness left sealed.
    The White Goddess reached out
    And in the ringing reconciliation of hug
    She came,
    She emptied,
    She swallowed all darkness, all light.

    And all that was left was Her emptiness, Miriel and the mirror.
    The Goddess and Miriel delighted in making love in front of the mirror.

    And, finally, They said to one another, "Come. Here."
    And so, Emptiness and Form at the height of the tension of play,
    They came,
    And reunited Her image with Her being
    For, at last, Her seeing was enough.

    And so She took a walk
    In the forest of every tree that had ever been,
    And asked of them, "Who is the most beautiful of all?"
    And everything that had ever been just laughed.

    And laughing as well, the Goddess turned to the Witness and said, "Come. Here."
    And so, You who had seen all these things and spoken of them with the certainty of vision,
    You came,
    And joined You to everything that was and is and is yet to come, You who were never truly parted,
    For, at last, the All that You --- yes, You (and You, and You, and You...) --- had started was enough.

    In Touch

    Walking with my Nimue
    In the Wood of Would-Be,
    She took me lightly skipping
    To see what I could see.


    Passing through the Portal,
    We saw a barrel of dust
    Which sparkled like her smile,
    "Try it: it is a must."


    We flew to clouds and higher.
    We giggled in the rain.
    We licked the mint of heaven,
    And returned to ground again.


    We walked through fields of rainbow;
    Took showers in the flame
    Of majestic, burning candles
    (I will never be the same).


    We entered caves of pillows;
    To my surprise she kissed me.
    I yucked an uck of cooties
    And chased her to the sea.


    We walked on waves of champagne
    And dolphinned in the bubbles;
    Took flight on giant seagulls,
    And left behind my troubles.


    We danced with friends four-footed,
    Sang bawdy, silly songs,
    Talked seriously of crayons,
    And rang the dinner gong.


    She held a Horn of Plenty
    For all of us to feed.
    We groaned our satiation:
    She fed us what we need.


    The sun sank happy singing.
    The moon rose full and pink.
    The stars were chorus girls.
    The sky grew dark as think.


    We hugged us all together,
    All naked and alive.
    We petted and affirmed,
    And then went all inside.


    Her house is made of wishes
    With windows to new worlds.
    We tickled toes and ribses
    And spun in gleeful twirls.


    She took me to her private tower,
    A jillion miles tall,
    And sat at her tea-table.
    She whispered me her call.


    "I know you’re feeling sad sometimes
    "That magic’s out of reach.
    "You wince at steel and carapace,
    "But here is what I teach:


    "The child you were is still alive
    "And playing here with me,
    "And you may come to be with us
    "Whenever you feel the need.


    "Just speak my name in prayer and ha,
    "And I will take your hand,
    "And we will come to my domain.
    "Our party will be grand!"


    And so I left her smiling
    As I soared me to my home,
    But I know she’ll be beside me
    Where ever it is I roam.

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