Saturday, May 1, 2010

The Cairns of Carrowkeel















Image: (c) Jamie K. Reaser
Ireland, 2003



I, walking past the

vaginal stone,

crouch and kneel

to enter Her.


There is a pooled

wetness that seeps

in the

darkness.


Passage.


Slowly, with a

gentle touch to

ancient walls.


Only when I reach

the wide openness of

womb do I

become erect.


Receptive and empty -

this is a place of

Mooning.


Where the implanted divine

can gestate and

mature.


Each devotee an egg,

each inspiration -

sperm.


A pulsing life force

vibrates in the

chambers.


We are three:

She, me, and the

potential that dwells

within.


Cycling -

death and re-birth.


An old way of being

is buried when

new life

or a new age

emerges.



(c) 2003-2010/Jamie K. Reaser

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