Right now, I feel so moved by the great turning of the seasons.
The deep descent of the darkening time that brings us to Winter Solstice has really gotten hold of me.
I am shuddering with your presence Dark Lady Of Samhain.
I’m intoxicated, as I feel parts fall away, some with great sorrow and gushes of tears, some with a casual passing, and some with a euphoric taste of the spaciousness in me.
I meet myself in a scary awe of how all of this can move through a human body.
A wild fear of cascading bleeding,
together with a humbling knowing that I AM flowing streams of blood, held within a thin fleshy veil.
My body full of such power, and with such great fragility.
I am hollowed out, rendered to nothingness, and bursting with fullness all at once.
Is it death, is it rebirth? So hauntingly delightful and bewitching to feel unable to discern between them.
Their overlap is so great, that in moments, they are one.
Such a sharply poignant edge.
It both severs and forges.
Breaking and forming together.
To melt and be made, all in one moment.
Great Goddess of Samhain,
I cry before you for I know you will drink in every one of my tears.
No part of me will be wasted.
You will consume me all.
And inside of you, I will meet everything.
You who show me my power and purpose. I bow before you.
You who show me where I have been bringing death to the places in me that would rise up with life.
You who show me where I have been clinging to life in the places within me that have long died.
I will walk your way.
I will give to death what is hers.
I will give to life what is hers.
And the pain of withholding from death,
And the pain of withholding from life,
I shall offer to you lady.
For no part of me will be wasted in your embrace.
You cherish my every part.
You who hold dear even the places in me that burn and break me.
Your love is mighty.
A mighty love that holds all in the balance of life and death.
The bow I offer to you,
is not of my head,
not from my waist,
not on my knees,
but with my whole body prostrated on your hard, cold, Autumn earth.
I am yours.
I am your seasonal shapeshifter, ever shedding through your forms, never knowing if I shall become another.
By Sadhu Valakhilyas
