Monday, January 01, 2007

Poem: Inanna

Innana, beloved
your very name brings creation
sweetness to the heart that hears the sacred sound
of the Goddess who loves beyond death unto immortal life
Inanna to whom all libation is poured in an endless river
as honey, as sweetly scented perfume
Inanna of the sacred hips that dance the cosmos into pleasure
Inanna of the voice that sings at dawn over the sleeping form of her Beloved,
He who was made sacred through knowing Her
he who was made immortal through the joy of knowing Her
all bounty and all joy flow from Inanna, the Goddess of the tender eyes and proud gaze
the Goddess who through the night watched over her beloved
knowing what he had to give in exchange for Her love
proud the Goddess of her choice

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