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) 2003-2017/Jamie K. Reaser

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