
Wild Muse Rising
the shadow in me
This piece was written following the fight with myself and my day, realising the potency of DarkMoon and its exquisite ability to transform anything on its way, the alchemy of my own shadow self.
I awoke at the dawn of confusion
and then carried it like a bag over my shoulders through the day
I stepped into the heavy clouds of darkness,
waiting to rain
My head felt heavy with something
and I realised they were just about to turn into showery rain
the cold air blew all around me
and the soil cried with long sighed relief
after the refreshment of cooling downpour
Black bird in my garden celebrated the moment
afterwards with lunch of worm in its peak
I shivered, trembling from cold
And I drew myself back
While more storm kept approaching me
My head and neck in pain, the cells
rearranging
My feet ached and I wailed in tension
my cells readjusting
Another blast of elements was on its way.
Stripping me of my own aging skin
Exposing me to my naked physicality
Mortality of my own brilliant mind
Played right in front of me
While self-compassion craved for a space in my heart
Still I run and I run
Rushed outside like some banshee wild creature
for “breath of fresh air”
I could not welcome the shadow just yet
I had to resist and my body just went simply stiff
Losing the mind seemed like a
not great option yet
But the more shedding took place
The more releasing claimed its space
Dissolution of something, some space, some place
Then suddenly, out of nowhere
The Rainbow appeared in the sky
as I watched in disbelief
and soaked in its joyful illumination
And soon after the night approached
and I lay down my weapons
thanking my perfect shadow for its long visit today
I placed head on my pillow to rest with peace
finally welcoming the Dark Mother
and her dark Moon watching over me
Dark Moon August 2018