Infinite Creation

The following is a story from the book "The Path of the Goddess" by Embers Moore, soon to be published.

Follow me deep into the womb of Mother Earth and become nurtured within the embrace of the mysteries of her darkness. Deep into the fiery pits of creation, hear the rumbling as she gently moves and shifts her ever-living, every-growing, ever-moving, transcending self and relax. In the far distance hear the moaning of new life, and infinite creation. Follow me through the tunnels of life as we move towards the sound.

He peers through the tiny crack that he left in the opening of the cave, just large enough for his face to be seen. He watches through the light of Grandmother Moon in wonder at her squirming body as she prepares a small hole cushioned with leaves and lies down into the darkness, legs spread, preparing for the wonder of birth. He hears the scream, then the silence followed by the small wail of life itself. His mind is an awe of this mystery as his nose detects the smell of game and he shifts into the stance of the hunter, the shape-shifter. She is safe and can care for herself and new life until he returns.


She/He

She expressed herself from the womb, stretched her will and gave bloom
To the meadows and fields, and the valleys and the waters that yield
The two, the four legged beings, the life that lives deep in the seas
The seasons, the day and night, the ones in the sky that give flight

She felt the life in her give way, to new beginnings new days
She gave trust to the sun and the moon, as with the changes in life she attuned
And gave praise to the Creator, the One, from the womb where all life has come
And embraced the gifts the sight, that guided her to all things right

He crouched in the dark of the cave, in silent awe of how brave
She who in the night screamed, and pushed out a tiny being
From the swollen darkness within, somehow new life starts once again
The puzzle, the unknowing the mystery, of why only She and not He?

Inside he feels the shift: he knows this is the Gift
Something he will never know, inside him life will not grow
He moves silently into the night, his mind alert at the sight
Of the beast that he now hunts, He breathes as they become one

He follows silently and still, moves in closer for the kill
Undetected for in his mind, they are both of the same kind
He knows that this is the way, of the stealth the hunter to prey
Upon the mighty beast, He aligns in respect to defeat

Unattached they share in the feast, she cooks, sews hides for his feet
Gathers food from the ground, as the day echo’s the sound
Of the cry of new life, the flutter of beasts in flight
As he runs off with spear and she holds her new life so near

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