Apuleius' Vision of the White Goddess

	Our Friends' Views of the White Goddess

Goddess Is

Shadow Queen

Goddess Is

Annwn

I would be the provender of your life
I am the smile that carries you forward
I am the dream that fills your night
That feeds your memory - time past,
And, alludes to what is to come.
I am the essence of the stars in the darkness
The light that smiles in the rain
I am the journey that embodies your dreamscape
The bread of your soul, the breath of your moment
The Betrothed of your invention.
I am the worth of humanity as it travels time
The fortune of thought as you aspire
I am the vision of the dance, the movement of privilege
The colors separate that blend to form light
The obscurity that defines.
I am the breast of the mother
Fluid and fulfilling, giving and subsuming As it seeks to connect
Complete and depleted, continuous and bound
Harmoniously diminished, recreates to provide.
I am love without challenge, manifest and accomplished
Visceral, instinctive - flowing to your mouth
The kiss that feeds and replenishes Honor indentured to remain, when
Those who do not believe have gone.
I am you reflected, the "negative" photographed
Where dark becomes light and reveals
Forged in night's glare the shadow cast in deepest black
I am The Truth housed in singing stones
My sand drifts with the tide, becomes, expands, recedes,
My hand reaches without return to sustain
And, my shore remains ever to be embraced.

©1997 by Linda Mansfield

Shadow Queen
by Morrigan

I stood in the wet grass and sared at the sky,
and in the cool darkness I saw Her there, watching me.

I said: I am alone
She replied: I am here

I stretched out my arms to touch Her and
She wrapped around me Her cloak of night.
There was warmth where I thought only coldness would be;
and a rhythm that pulsed where they said only stillness lay.
Then I knew strength and courage, as all within me
surged to meet that cadence; pounding, pounding
til the blood of my body seemed afire,
burning my skin.

In an unbreakable grasp,
She whirled me through the spiral,
to the stillness of what is not yet,
to what is and remains.
And in that place I knew the wisdom of Her.

Then, with Her lips to my forehead,
She released me and returned to the sky.
In her eyes I saw the faintest smile
and I knew protection and healing.