FALL OF THE GOD

 She, speaking softly

From the folds

Of the wet, dark place

Tells of Her thousand pleasures

What perverse misconstruction, asks She

Tells you that I am not the Center?

The seat of your being…of life itself?

Why know you not that mine is the passageway to heaven?

Through mine Divine Portals

The breath of life blows

To scatter seeds

Of being

What say you? Asks He

This talk of holy entrance?

The seat of life?

The passageway to heaven?

The way to heaven is through me

What know you of pleasure, indeed?

You, who are bound to earth

To moaning, groaning, writhing and wailing

In ecstasies of the flesh

What know you of the pleasure

Of a bursting star?

Of universes that explode into being

From molten lava

Which rises from my peak?

Fool above

I hear you speak

Know you not the Source

Of the sun-kissed fluid

That ignites within you the spark of life?

A sad and lifeless sack of dry grey matter

Would you be

Were it not

For Me

Great Darkness below,

O wanton one of earth and flesh

Dare you imply

That rank and reeking place

Where you reside

The Source

Of my sweet elixir of life?

To be sure, My Lord,

That’s what I speak.

Come down to see

How from a thousand ecstasies

Flows the golden fluid

So vital to

Both you and me

What say you, O’ Fierce and Fearless Ruler

Of the realm above?

Pierce the dark, warm wetness

Of My Being

With your shaft of light

Descend to me so that I may envelope you

In all the sweetness of My Ecstasy

So that I may whisper in your fair ear

Of a thousand unknown things

Let me wrap my Huge, Dark Loins

About Your stiff, unyielding back

And ride upon You

Waves of endless joy

Pleasure greater than the bursting stars

Of infinite universes

Is Yours to have

For acceptance of my realm

As the path to immortality

Lower yourself, my fearless one

Into the deep, dark waters of my being

Penetrate deeply with the flame

Of your raging passion

Explode within

My

Center

Though resist He tries

Her liquid words have set Him

All a quiver

He turns this way, then that

But yet is sucked like shavings by a magnet

Through the Portals

Of Her Secret Place

Pray not, He moans

To be forever trapped

In fleshly prison

This Light

That once

Was

I.

(Copyright 1998, 2015; Toni Roberts)

Poet’s Note

The Fall of the God was first published in the 1998-1999, issue of The Crone Chronicles. I now see clearly how the poem reveals my own inner landscape at the time: the struggle within my own psyche between the Divine Masculine Principle or “God” aspect—so ingrained in us by the culture—and the emerging Divine Feminine Principle or “Goddess” aspect. The poem ends with the assimilation of the Light or the God by the Dark or Goddess in what may be referred to as the Sacred Marriage or Conuinctio: the union of Light and Dark; Male and Female Principles or Heaven and Earth.

I am currently emerging from an inner shift in power resulting from a clashing of the Light and Dark Forces within. These periods of shifting Inner Authority can have deeply disturbing repercussions in one’s outer life. However, these sometimes violent Psychic Energy Shifts, if allowed to run their course, can result in a reformation, reconfiguration and redefinition of who and what one is and does in the world.

I have experienced these shifts in the inner landscape through the years in cycles of death and rebirth during which the old, useless parts of the Self that no longer support and promote my evolutionary process die off, allowing a new and improved Self to emerge. This can be a painful process but I am finding that these inner battles and shifts in power are part and parcel of one’s experience after the surrender of the ego—along with all of the whims and wants of the personality—to the Divine Mystery. The ego does not easily give up its ruler-ship, hence the ensuing inner battles and outer chaos. However, if I stay awake and hold on, allowing my Goddess Self to take the lead, guiding and directing every aspect of my being, life then becomes a paradise of peace and ease. Until, of course, the inevitability of forgetfulness sets in and I am once again plunged into the hypnotic enchantment of this human-created world of wealth, glamour, sex, drugs and rock and roll!

And so I continue on an upward spiral, in and out of consciousness, always becoming; ever in-process; on this mystery of a journey leading to I know not what.