Phases of the Moon: Day Twenty-Three + Day Twenty-Four.

I didn’t tell you I untangled myself
From the tango with the red leash.
I didn’t tell you I was running
From the zip line and its breeze.
I didn’t tell you I met Adam
From the alley, on the eve
Of a midsummer midnight in mountain land…
I didn’t tell you I never lost sleep.

I didn’t tell you because I did what was right
In my heart, not my mind,
It showed me
I didn’t tell you it displayed
A go-big-or-go-home sign for you
I didn’t tell you
Because you’re more scared and scarred than me.

I didn’t tell you how unbelievable you are
I didn’t tell you, never said
That I was mostly detached
Knowing where you were at
And I didn’t tell you
How much it killed me.

I didn’t tell you I was your mother
I didn’t tell you that I died
I didn’t tell you about this painful loss-
Reborn from the Middle Ages, my son
I didn’t tell you just how you were my pride.

I lied-
I lied by omission.
You did the same for me
I didn’t tell you this thing…

I didn’t tell you I loved you
From the moment we first met
I didn’t tell you because I’m not crazy.

I can see, and sense, and feel you…
That doesn’t go away with time…

I didn’t tell you – you never asked me.

Image by Marlena McGuigan, “Cutting Cords”
Copyright © 2016 Maieutic•Arts. All rights reserved.

This weekend was something. I figured I would post another old poem, called All Unspoken, with a new picture + a new meaning of nails in my tires. Two of them, both old tires, both the back tires. Still good. Still have a light at my core. And, so do my tires – despite the damage attempted. We are approaching a New Moon 🌙  yay!

July 15th + July 16th, 2017.

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Phases of the Moon: Day Twenty.

I am your leftovers.
I am what you consumed
I am what you threw out
I am your ideal convenience
Your added sugar
Your cheap labor
Your nutty and granola
Wild Child.

I am your leftovers.
I am your quick and easy snatch
I am your powdered doughnut
I am your fresh fruit smoothie
Your parts
Your whole
Your mountain and pile of
Scape Goat Crisps.

I am your leftovers.
I am your creation of trash
I am out of sight
I am out of mind
Your shadow in slavery
Your illusion of progress
You packaged my perfection
And I am called a deal.

I am your leftovers.
Keep feeding me
And I will keep feeding you.

The moon is still waning, and I am probably still whining. It’s late, and I had some wine, at least. I am re-posting poems (this one was called Package Deal) that I feel to post for the moment in this series (from my “personal” blog). Felt consumed by Mother Earth’s pain from our consumerism today – more than usual. Hopefully something upbeat tomorrow…!

July 12th, 2017.

Black Moon Lilith.

What the fuck is Black Moon Lilith? Or…shall I say who??

Black Moon Lilith is one of the feminine archetypes that uses the word ‘fuck’ regularly, doesn’t give a fuck regularly, and says, “yep, I am who I am, and you are sure as hell not going to stop me from continuing on my own way.” As the story goes, this lovely woman was Adam’s first wife. Too unruly and bent on being treated and respected as an equal (rather than a subordinate to a male), Lilith rebelled and/or was self-exiled from the world of Adam. Adam’s Eve came along and things were much more peaceful for him. But Lilith still lives…

As an archetype, at least. Whether the story was ever “real” or not makes no difference when talking about Black Moon Lilith in this way. The energy of the story essentially points out part(s) of our consciousness(es) that demand(s) respect and equality. Specifically, it leans toward our feminine aspects – regardless of race, sexuality, gender, or what have you. You know, all those things we read about in the EOE clause from “Equal Opportunity Employers.” How do we understand our “feminine” nature, though? That’s what Black Moon Lilith urges everyone to ask themselves.

What part of you feels exiled? What part of you feels repressed somehow? What part of yourself does your culture or society attach words like shame, degenerate, outcast, or taboo to? These are Black Moon Lilith energies crying to be recognized as valid and equal. She is an archetype that we can all relate to. In astrology, she is one of the feminine asteroids that represents our most feared and yet most desired parts wanting to be bridged into wholeness. She takes 9 years and 9 months to return to her original position, each cycle.

Where is your Black Moon Lilith patterning? How does her energy show up in your life? If you want to look more deeply into this archetype, I recommend two sources:

  • Me. I offer various treats throughout the year, one being on Black Moon Lilith ONLY. In order to follow when I offer stuff on this archetype, check out my Instagram @maieutic.arts or feel free to subscribe to my newsletter! If you want a more in-depth reading from me, book your natal chart reading or a tarot/oracle card reading here!

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