In the Spring, sometimes, you’ll not weave a garland,
It won’t be a fragrant season; You will recess into Persephone’s abode,
fettered by that terrible shock of losing yourself to something or someone.

In this shambolic chasm
She will come looking for you;
You may not know her
You may even look away,

But,
She recalls You as Hers
Like the moon after eclipse
Let her catalyse
that demise in which you’re birthed anew.

When you suffer, Kali will manifest to ease the parturition:
Breathe
Howl
Summon your warrior:
Om Kreem Kaalikayei Namah

And when the leaves rust,
to rest on Gaia’s beating heart-
You shall too
receive a soothing unguent: To heal and to forgive.

The harvest moon will then, conjure happy times for you.

When you rest,
Kuan Yin will manifest,
to replenish your recuperating heart:
Breathe,
Close those beautiful eyes,
Stretch your Anahata- the abode of your inner child, Your heart centre
And sing:
Om Mani Padme Hum

Glide again into Your true power,
let the motley dreams manifest as the season turns gold,
and glows with a delicious warmth; then relish like the one risen from foam: eat, drink, nourish your temple.

Because when you Love, Aphrodite will manifest-
To give Yourself back to You:
Dive into your womb-waters,
Bathe and play,
Gaze at your beautiful self-
Live:
I am Love 

Sit with Sige: quiet thoughts, vocal body

Meditate with Isis: Write and Ceate, let her sacred river flow through you

Dance with Pele: Ground with mindless movements

And begin again.

Banish that umbral state: Step, Swell, Swing
Cry and Sigh;
Burn again in your cleansing fire,
And if your ashes may turn to stone unattended,
Let Her
sculpt You twice- from Root to Crown;
A vibgyor of manifestations,
Her Beloved Creation.

And remember Her
who cavorted with You,
When you were fire and cinders,and the darkness Within and Without;

Remember always,that affectionate face which breathed life into you again.