There's so much programming to unravel when we begin our journey with The Goddess.
Join Covina to awaken The Goddess Within.
My poems read in this episode:
She crouches in the corner,
Shivering from eons of damp neglect.
Then Titaness, with eyes shooting fire-arrows.
Next, ancient stone mother with snakes for hair.
Daughter.
Crone.
Mistress of life,
Bringer of death.
The transforming
Wild goddess.
Trembling, dancing.
Relentless thrumming.
Whispers, shouts.
Cave and mountain.
River and desert.
Pulse of the universe.
Go ahead, she says,
Remain.
With your doom scrolling, panic-inducing nonsense.
Plucking eyebrows, yet
Avoiding the mirror.
I’ll still be here.
Getting water all over the bathroom floor.
Sitting at your desk.
In the corner of your bedroom,
Black eyes shining watching you slumber.
Legs stretched out from a kitchen chair,
Watch out, don’t trip.
Until. You. See.
My Goddesses Are Wild And Free
My goddesses are wild and free.
Inconvenient, independent.
My goddesses are wild and free.
Turning fools into swine.
Driving dragon chariots across the sun.
All the stars above,
My goddesses are wild and free.
They scare the life into me.
Shakers. Movers. Chain Breakers.
Screaming whispers,
My darkest desires,
My goddesses are wild and free.
Claiming those they desire,
Casting others into the fire.
My goddesses are wild and free.
Forever travelling their road,
My goddesses are wild and free.
Eponymous chant for the episode title is by Jan Runnalls.