Dwarfed Pine Tree

Posted by Lisa Citore on Aug 8, 2008

He enters she.
Both the Hindus and the Jews believe it
to be,
we can touch God
only through the Mother;
Shekinah,
Shakti-Ma, sleeping serpent arisen,
feminine face of the
Divine,
like when I was a little girl
Mary was the
intercessor
to an all male trinity
in a church named after Inanna
‘Our Lady, Star of the Sea’;
even after centuries of burning
women and trees
we turn to the Goddess

He enters she
his legs croseed
hers wrapped around his waist
their trunks grow
from twisted roots
they come together
in bodies of water
energized by the sun
rhythmatized by the moon
made to be
by breath
transformed by sacred groves

They speak
silently
soul windows open
about the Absolute
unspeakable Way at
the center
of interpenetrating triangles
of human hips
the drop
of everything
expands from this
cooperative mutual
antagonism
simultaneously simultaneous and sequential
linear and
circular
phallus and yoni

The way the tree
transforms our
expiration
to inspiration
the way the water rains roots
becomes
the well
bubbles to the spring
flows to the stream
grows to the river
returns to the Mother Ocean.
Always, like waves
returning
to the Mother.

Pulled by the moon
energized by the sun,
He enters She.
All in the Unspeakable Way
a pinecone becomes
a dwarfed pine tree
and you
become me.
Tat tvam asi

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