Intrigue, madness, ecstasy
between one job and the next
we cannot all be high priestess
of Nanna, we cannot all be Enheduanna.
When a body goes looking for
bright and shiny objects
it is good to have a guide.
She comes in many shapes and forms.
She marks the passage
of time as the hands
on a clock but sphere like
is the form of Yah that is Khonsu.
The memory of Selene will get you through the day, and you can understand the longing of Enlymoin.
The crystal view of winter can make one understand the Edda’s image of Mani in the refracted angles. Not quite sharp where the angles meet.
The over jealous lover may return to haunt Sang Hyang Ratih, but their drama is way about our heads. All we can do is hope our shouts will reach the ears of Vishnu to drive away his ardor.
iNyanga is our guide, our healer, we need her in the darkness.
We do not know where Hecate came from, perhaps she is the daughter of the Titan and the nymph Asteria as Hersiod suggests. I think she is much older. More shrouded in the veil of time.
We can only with patience and loving care help her in her passage.
Perhaps the child in us all will climb high enough to become Dalnim, looking down from her tiring climb with a lidded eye.
We can question the blood moons of the Inca, but Ka-Ata-Killa rose before the stones were ever pilled high around the mountain tops, we do not know what she longed for. Perhaps we never will.
I think that when the moon spirt Hanwi allows us to see her more clearly, we can find our way in the darkness without fearing the shadows.
Like Enheduanna, we all can become priestesses of Nanna, and never fear the shadow, never bow down to the fierce light of day.