I bow to my Shadow.
The Dark Mother, the Dark Queen.
The one who holds me
when no one else will.
The one who provides safe harbor
for all the pieces of me
that I have cast out of the temple of my heart,
unwilling to recognize, accept and love.
My Shadow has been working hard.
My Shadow has been keeping me alive – for without all my pieces, I am no longer whole.
My Shadow has been far more loving than anyone could ever, ever imagine.
All the pieces I have denied, rejected and hated
have been protected and given shelter by my Shadow, my Underworld Persephone, my Dark Queen.
My Shadow is the iridescent ebony Dragon who feasts on the toxic notions and false beliefs that I based my existence on for so, so long.
She eats my pain
as soon as I hand it over.
She has powers of transmutation like nothing I have ever seen.
She heals me – more + more – as I befriend her.
As I listen to her guidance and her wisdom, her soft promptings to go within
down and down and down
to the root of all that I Am.
My Shadow shows me this I Am
Beautiful and Terrible
Dark and Light
Special and Mundane
Seen and Unseen
Known and Unknown
Somehow, she loves all of me
all of you
all of The All
and she holds it
in the vast emptiness of her Cosmic Womb.
My Shadow teaches me the mysteries of birth, creation, death and destruction.
My Shadow is the missing link – the necessary key – to accessing my full-spectrum sexual energy, my life force, my kundalini.
I bow to my Shadow. My Lilith. My original Eve.
Without her, I am living a half-life
which isn’t really living at all.
It is she, SHE, who held me when I was dead.
It is she, SHE, who has carried all of my burdens.
It is she, SHE, who delivers me
into my next phase, my next incarnation.
It is in She, where I find my awakening
and the incredible vastness of Divine Love.