As I gaze into the mirror darkly

mesmerised by that which stares back from the infinite well in time-space

She struggles for release from his tempestuous hold

How long has it been since the light of Lemuria dimmed?

Since intuition has been vanquished by shadowy mysticism and the logical mind?

How many millennia have passed, ravaged by him and his seed?

The land carefully constructed to subjugate her children

isolating them within a two dimensional existence 

forgetting the golden age that once was

Though well crafted images hold sway

while sinister manuevers are orchestrated in the dark,

the embers of mother’s essence still burn

Though dangerous liaisons are manufactured

and the privileged seek shelter from the judgement,

her light awakens within me

Though Magicians quest for mastery over the elements

and the self chosen huddle in black illumination,

I begin to soar uncontrollably phasing through made-stone and earth

Learning to fly again is both horrifying and wondrous!

Regardless of that which lies beyond the horizon

or what returns amid the cold orbs of the night,

I am comforted, made wiser by the nurturing spirit

and made whole again

I remember Mother!

Adiuva me verterem figuram mundi 

From the depths of darkness swells the screams compressed in time

agonising in silence fearing disclosure by dawns adjudicating glare

So many voices speaking sweet lies in tapered tongues and boasting of deeds yet unseen

I’m gasping in breath that does not ebb while demons doth hold my reason captive

Fate, what is thy name that claims stock and spirit refusing the slightest of mercy?

Surely there stand counsel to argue my cause in this desperate hour

and Divine to mitigate this tormented season

No more, I say! This soul longs free!