She Is (Hymn to the Divine Mother)
by Greta Bro
She Is…Miriam, Isis, Gaia, Astarte,
Shekinah, Guadelupe, Ymanja, Saule
Ishtar, Quan Yin, Sophia, Maria,
Sarah, Innana, Bridget, Epona
Tara, Shakti, Ariadne, Diana,
Ix Chel, Glispa, Geezhigo-Quae, Devi
Changing Woman, Psyche, Al-Lat, Ala,
White Buffalo Woman, Demeter, Kali, Hathor ,
Sekhmet, Persephone, Hecate, Pele
Freiya, Aphrodite, Oshoon, Sundari
She is Grandmother, Mother, Sister, Lover, Partner,
Priestess, Crone, Wild woman, Teacher
She is the Creator, the All That Is,
The Matrix and The Beloved.
She is the All Embracer, Sky dancer,
Dakini, Yogini Tantras.
She is Wisdom and she is Truth.
She is revered and she is forgotten.
She is Mother Divine.
She is the power of love.
She is the breath of life.
She is gnosis in the body.
She is the force of Yin
Bringing depth and quietude to Yang.
She is the cycles of life renewing
Through birth, death, regeneration.
She is a skull cap brimming with ambrosia.
She is the enlightened preceptor.
She is the Serpent bringing sacred knowledge.
She is the Trinity of the Triple Goddess.
She is the embodied Soul.
She is a doorway opening in meditation.
She is an anointing stillness.
She is the dove of peace.
She is the outstretched hand of reconciliation.
She is restorative justice.
She is mercy in action.
She is hate’s undoing.
She is war’s end.
She is the piercing cry of creation.
She is the bliss once fear is faced.
She is the willingness to grieve.
She is outrage and righteous anger.
She is the truth spoken out loud.
She is freedom from tyranny and oppression.
She is Divine curiosity.
She is the reconciliation of opposites.
She is the crystal blue sky.
She is the crimson of lava.
She is the green of the glen.
She is the black of night.
She is the indigo of twilight.
She is the blush of dawn.
She is a labyrinth.
She is a spiral.
She is a circle.
She is a chevron.
She is an enchanting song.
She is undulation and rhythm.
She is sacred movement.
She is the midwife
And the healer.
She is the oracle
And the sage.
She is the poet
And the singer.
She is the weaver
And the magistrate.
She is the queen
And the bringer of life.
She is the rotation of the sun,
She is the crescent moon.
She is the fertile Earth
She is the morning star.
She is the river rushing in Spring
And the quenching rains of Summer.
She is a cresting wave and a still pond.
She is the vapors of hot springs
And the dampness of caves.
She is water falling down a mountain
and the trickle of a forest stream.
She is snow crystals in slow motion
She is dew drops on morning grass.
She is life’s generosity returning.
She is tolerance and forgiveness.
She is innocence and she is faith.
She is affection and tender words.
She is a longed-for kiss.
She is the lovers embrace.
She is transformation through sexual union.
She is sacred sexuality.
She is the blessing of Shakti.
She is delight in sensual pleasure.
She is heightened senses, touch and taste.
She is freedom from inhibition.
She is passion rising and passion quenched.
She is lasting union and she is love’s end.
She is the performer of rituals
She is the singer of chants and incantations.
She is prophecy and revelation.
She is the dances of Solstice.
She is vision and farsightedness.
She is laughter and mirth.
She is a lap to sit on and a hand to hold.
She is mutuality and a gathering of peers.
She is the empathy of a friend.
She is hidden strengths revealed.
She is wild hair blowing free
And bare feet on Earth,
She is the song of wolves
And the cunning of a coyote.
She is the vision of an eagle
And the skill of a spider.
She is the abandon of a dolphin
And the stamina of a salmon.
She is the prayer of a frog
and the dance of a lizard.
She is the grace of a deer
and the wisdom of a snake.
She is the playfulness of a kitten
and the hospitality of a dog.
She is the spiritedness of a horse
and the contentment of a cow.
She is the metamorphosis of a butterfly
And the service of a bee.
She is the medicine of a bear
And the heart of a buffalo.
She is the hidden life of trees.
She is the patience of mountains.
She is the receptivity of soil.
She is the unknown depths of the sea.
She is the first rose blooming.
She is the grape on the vine.
She is the corn seed sprouting.
She is the wheat of the plains.
She is the bounty of the rice field.
She is the truffle of the forest.
She is cheese.
She is butter.
She is cream,
and she is milk
All creation knows her name
And calls to her in secret prayers
She is the first sound uttered
and the last breath expelled.
She is the cup overflowing.
Her love is unconditional.
Her comfort is deep.
She was buried and now she is rising.
She is an ancient river pushing above ground at last.
She is the power of love stirring in our cells.
She is Life giving back to Life.
She is the Great Mother birthing herself.
She is the Soul of the World.
She has come to free her children.
She has come to heal the Earth.
Copyright March, 2003
The Re-emergence of the Sacred Feminine
The return of the Great Goddess marks a turning point in human consciousness. Images of the black Madonna are spontaneously emerging in dreams and visions around the world. She is life’s organic response to a world out of balance. She enters each of us as a wondrous healing current that flows into parched hearts with stillness, peace and compassion. She teaches us to make time for meditation, prayer and sacred reflection. She is the fertile dark calling us to renewal and transformation.
She awakens a sense of relatedness through stimulating empathetic awareness that allows us to move beyond the restriction and limitations of our defenses and fears. She is the All Embracer, creating connection between warring aspects within each of us that in time engenders greater tolerance within the human community and compassion and respect for the living Earth.
She returns us to the truth of our own perceptions. She teaches us to receive our own small voice, our pain, discontent and outrage, to reclaim disowned needs and passions, to live an authentic life. She helps us to let go of what has been and willingly recreate ourselves in the now. She is the force that invites us to fully incarnate, to risk knowing what cannot be seen. She teaches us to belong to ourselves first, to go beyond the limits of collective awareness, to be divinely human.
She heals the hate and terror generated by infrastructures of narcissism by emphasizing realness over image, mutuality over dominance and subordination, collaboration over exploitation, consensus over autocracy, cultural respect and exchange over apartheid and genocide.
She liberates us from the illusions of a materialistic world and leads us to what is truly nourishing. She brings us into the present and out of the tyranny of mind, strategy and schedule. She challenges repression through supporting open and vulnerable dialogue. She creates balance by embracing opposites. She guides us to forgiveness through learning to forgive ourselves. She awakens us to heaven on earth.
She teaches us to reject nothing but to find the teaching and the opportunity that underlies every human experience. She transmutes intellectual understanding into wisdom, integrated knowledge that lives in our hearts and bodies as felt principles that guide growth. She inspires freedom of expression and being. She awakens us from spiritual slumber and aligns us with a universe of Spirit. She initiates us into the ineffable bliss of oneness and reverence for all life forms.
The Great Mother awakens the feminine dimension in all of us, men and women. She opens a field of tolerance within humanity so that there can be a new wave of women in spiritual, politcal and cultural leadership. She is yin coming to balance her beloved yang.She and He are inexorably connected, forever renewing the other. She spreads quietude and reflection to our over-stimulated and hyperactive minds. She is the power of Love healing the distortions of our hearts through teaching us to love ourselves.