Your shadow teasing and challenging me
To awake to trust to discern my own name.
A denial a restraint a withholding
Analysis overdone like parched clay in an oven
I shatter into the dark, my
Shadow integrated, fire aroused.
Rising up from within
Feminine factions collide like smokey
I have no clarity with which to
meet your simple questions.
I can't admit I don't know
And pore over the bones looking for salt
To taste, marking the edge of definition
Licked with wild ocean spume.
Your masculinity inspires my animus
to recognise its bindings and free the
priestess from her prison of light.
My shadow bewitches and falls in love.
The heat down here
Warms the unseen orphan of a
The feminine we'd both abandon again
and again for a taste, for a truth,
for recognition of this power unrequited
Or so it seems, or so it seems
She rises from below
To claim her place within
And intuition floods the body like a
Tingle of gold and a shudder of earth.
I've no right to call myself lost,
Now connected through the dark.
And you I know.
I danced with your naked mystery,
The current underneath,
The hunter and the maiden both
Wishing upon a star.
And yet the doubt the withholding the restraint
Stretchy like bubblegum rendered white
by relentless mastication
Only instinct sets me free.
And if it weren't for the goddess,
serpentine wisdom and the cloud of birds
making patterns in the mind sky
We'd be forever stuck in the birth canal
Of our own disordered tunnel vision
Never realised never unleashed:
The sovereign agency of the fallen
Maija Liepins, 2016
Untitled Film Still from 'Blood Mysteries' (2016)