Invitation to the Sacred Masculine

Photo: Jamie K. Reaser

I know how long you have

been waiting to be received.

I have heard the desperate cries

from the little-boy-of-you –

The one who wants to be held

in ways he’s never

truly been held.

I’ve felt the pain projected

from the adolescent-of-you –

The one who believes that

you have to test love by

being unkind to the ones

who say they love you.

I’ve seen the fear,

and sometimes the rage,

in the young-man-of-you –

The one you self-sent to war,

hoping that embattlement

would make you a Hero.

This poem…

This poem,

is an invitation that I’m writing

to the initiated-adult-of-you –

The one who understands that

vulnerability and courage

can reside in the same body,

simultaneously,

And that these are the gateways

to intimate communion

with the Sacred Other.

The one who knows he’s tended,

always and forever,

by the Great Mother,

And who has come to his knees

in humble gratitude and

reciprocal offering for the

nourishing milk of life that he

has received daily from Her supple teats.

The one who has learned

the difference between the

ego’s encampment of the Hero

and the hero’s journey of the Soul,

And who has chosen to no

longer believe in enemies,

but who actively fosters extended families

of Sisters and Brothers

among the two-leggeds, four-leggeds,

feathered, finned, and furred,

and who embraces each being

from the empowering surrender-stance

of the heart-warrior.

Beloved,

I’m wondering if you can hear

these words in the

Wail of the full moon’s light

or the song of the sky-breaching whale,

or the warble of the dawn-painting thrush,

or the woman-of-you who you

may still be denying knowing,

or the one whose voice you’ve heard

a thousand times,

but never really listened to,

or the one who you have yet to believe in

because you’re still not fully

convinced that the Sacred Feminine

can show up in human form,

or that you are worthy of her affections.

My love,

I’m talking about

these words,

the ones that say with

open and iridescent sincerity:

“I am longing to receive you.”

Should I repeat them?

These words:

“I am longing to receive you.”

You see,

I know of the great aching

that stretches across this lush,

yet lamenting world of holy desire.

Can’t you hear the evocative voices in the

swale of the moist wind and the

surge of the wave as it rises

and reaches out for something

to take hold of?

She wants you.

In the swaying of long meadow grasses,

In the rippling of the mountain stream

around an imperfect mossy stone,

In the releasing of perfume from every

splayed blossom,

she is speaking to you.

She wants you.

You See:

This poem…

This poem,

is an invitation that I have written

to the Sacred Masculine-of-you –

It’s an invitation to fully show up.

It’s an invitation to be fully received.

It’s an invitation to manifest,

in co-creative union,

embodied,

within me.

~ Jamie K. Reaser, Author

Available in "Coming Home: Learning to Actively Love this World"
Published by Talking Waters Press

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