This temple is my church

These trees are my cathedrals

This ground is my alter

These walls are my skin

Oh women, sitting  before me, cloaked in Mystery, I hear the quake at your centre. I will not silence it!

For the First Eucharist was not bread upon a table

but the moon in the hands of the Goddess.

Beneath the silver chalice of night

the Dark Moon unfurled,

black velvet rose dripping with the wet force of life,

the breath held in the lungs of The Great Vastness,

the cosmic amniotic sea where all things get born and return too

It was the Goddess who sat at the first table

Above her, the red rose opened from the heavenly stars,

its petals and blood falling into the golden chalice,

the Grail, the First Womb,

the sacred vessel from which all Life would come

The Cosmic Rose,

rose with the morning dawn

spilling light from the heavens onto what was to come forth,

to be born,

And She,

gathered herself from the dark womb of the living ground,

the ancient loam

the first bones

Oh! Sacred winds carry me back Home

to where my heart pulses rose red

by the rising heat of my womb and

the molten rivers of my blood

There is She goes

Old Black Cockatoo

Flying over the Big Sky Blue

I feel the trees

and the warm northern breeze

on your face

laced with the setting Sun

I come!

Arms Wide

Heart Open

I’m hopin’

I’m sayin’

And I’m’ prayin’

That we remember

That we remember, together

Oh darlin', do you hear the curlew callin'?

Oh darlin', do you hear the rain fallin'?

Down Down Down to the River

Oh darlin', feel the women cryin'

Oh darlin', streams of tears are a flowin'

Down Down Down to the River

They say,  He is the Son of Man

The Son of God

Born from the Light

The Saviour!

Our Messiah!

Thy Kingdom Come!

Hosannah in the Highest!

The View

It is all a view

this Life

through the cedar and the pines

I ride

the smoke tail

into the wild heart of the Mother

Nothing to do

Just ride

into the blue

And out of view

Circling back to the

dusk and the darkness

where the bones and ash sleep too

I kneeled in front of the old grandfather gum tree

The ground my alter

The sand and dirt clinging to my knees

I spiral leaves and sticks before me,

gently and slowly

and at the centre

place the bones and stones of the Ancient Ones

My Samhain ancestral shrine

To remember the red and broken threads

of those who came before me… from the bottom of time.

I sit

I weep

I bow my head and lay my hands upon the earth

Black feathers braided in golden hair

She tilts her face

To the Holy Rose Pink Sky

The shine on her cheeks

tears of pearls carry all that she seeks

Oh heavenly powers above!

Oh Mother Moons in all your phases!

Pull on the tides of my blood

I let myself be drawn into the darkness,

The river beneath the river

within my soul

running wild,

the cosmic undercurrent

winding, wading and waxing

Come meet me in the forest, she calls

Past the sloping stone ledges

the olive grove

down by the wild rosemary hedges

Her ruby red robe

trailing behind,

the wind caressing her diamond dove wings

She flies

and she runs

with mud between her toes

into the forest of the old growth birch

This is her place of worship

Her Sacred Heart

Her Holy church