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Hermetic twins circling
near the Bermuda Triangle
with sailors' hearts
and tears of pearls
The world can be our oyster
and our irritation, a lump in the throat
an iridescent descent
through the layers of music
Strings that can never be broken
pull us back to higher ground
step up the sails, guiding angels
give these lost sailors articulation
Petals peal from the Kore
through the cracking pan of clay and sand
and the sun rose full lotus
from the innermost veins
On the other side She attends you
with drops of lunar dew
Sheds her veil like a cloud
lights the candle behind your eyes
Weather gazers with magewinds
Fall guy and scrape goat
return to the lustral, return to Shakti
Feast of the Ingathering, stolen Epiphany
Two sets of warp threads
are open waiting for the next
yarn to cross through
that is known as an "open shed"
Dreamed "we" saw one twin moon
pass directly in front of the other
the caked glowing surfaces
just a hundred miles away
"What a beautiful moon," I said
though I really meant "moons"
one eclipsed the other
yet no shadow was thrown
The teacher gave instruction:
"let your spine be like a string of pearls"
Turned around and felt it
I had snaked through the eye of the storm
Whosoever spirals down
will eventually spiral out
Her hands rest upon your temples
banishing the final ripples
"Kore's resurrection represented the seasonal return of vegetation. She
was also the World Soul animating each human soul, and looking out of
the eyes. Reflection in the pupil of an eye was known as the Kore or
"Maiden" in the eye...The Bible calls either a daughter or a soul "the
apple of thine eye" (Proverbs 7:2); and of course every apple had a
Kore"
- Barbara G. Walker "THE WOMEN'S ENCYCLOPEDIA OF MYTHS AND SECRETS"
by Amy Trussell
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