The Song of Her Anklets Have you heard Her anklets ringing Through the caravan circles of time? Have you heard the keening bells At the mouth of the river Void? That jeweled foot falls deftly On the ash-heaps of the world And each step shudders And each step sings: Shine of this life! Sheen of this summer heat! She trods upon the remains of evening’s campfires And devours tomorrow’s feast She cries out for yesterday’s loves With the drum of her two feet Little one, There are empty halls Where even space fears to tread Where night itself cannot venture That place is the proving ground of souls The hard stone floor Upon which the adorned one stomps and leaps Careful, loves… Her dance is never ending And each step shimmers And each step sings: Shrine of this heart! Sheaf of this autumn wheat! Oh Mother, Last year’s harvest Yielded little grain And perhaps next year’s will be the final one that is Perhaps all the floating river-lights will waver and then dim And from that long grey age of silence Your dance will once again begin We are Born, born Upon this threshing floor Born, born ‘til born no more Scattered corn... Kernels, across the granary floor This bangled universe Tumbles into eight-limbed shapes The way that lovers, passion spent Fall together into sleep That loose embrace! These two heartbeats! The bells that circle those dark feet! As though with every step her gleaming anklets sing: Come! Now leave! Shine, little light! Now flee! Adorned one, My path is shaped by the hollow of your feet And when the One of endless thirst has drank the world at last When all is swallowed by the Void And the silence is complete Faintly, her anklets begin again to shimmer Her foot takes up the beat And each step beckons: Follow me. Come! blushing bride Walk these halls with me Rush of blood, Flurry of painted feet Sharp will be the thorns that tear at your soft skin But sweet will be the lullabies that sing you into sleep And each step rings out: You! Me! Beloved, Relentless is the dance that rips us from this world But gentle are the anklets That grace the Mother’s feet And every shining step born from deepest Void shouts: Finally free! Finally free
Posted on: Tue, 19 Nov 2013 23:12:11 +0000
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