Lisbeth

“we have forgotten that we were born
of celestial cataclysm.

we have forgotten how to dance
bare-footed on the earth to the cadence
of our souls. we have forgotten the ritual
fires and the acrid tang of holy smoke
on our tongues.”
― Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul

“The end is never worth the beginning.”
― Vali Myers, Vali Myers

“do you dare to step in-
to the vulnerable black, stripped
to the soul with human blindness –

when the full and weeping
moon steps from the shade
of a tumult of mountains –

when, in the fragrant dim,
day's tree stump transforms
into some nether-worldly other –

when time's skin is thin and you are
bared – when there is nothing
between you and the Wildest One

whose name is your own?”
― Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul

“She's mad, but she's magic. There's no lie in her fire.”
― Charles Bukowski