Goddess of the Night, a poem by Danna Faulds

GODDESS OF THE NIGHT

By Danna Faulds 

 The Goddess of the night speaks only in a quiet voice. 

“Trust the movement of energy,” she says. 

“Trust the opening of blossoms. Trust the wisdom that rises through you like sap flows through 

trees in spring. 

Trust that you can leave that which you no longer need . . . 

Trust the coming of new insight.” 

The Goddess pushes the cloud-hair from her eyes 

And offers you a cup. 

This is the chalise of life. The chalise of change and choice. 

“Drink deeply”, she says. “And do not second guess yourself. 

The only answers worth listening to are those that come from deep within.” 

With the approach of dawn, the Goddess transforms herself in sunrise. 

As the last stars fade from the sky, she speaks to us a final time. 

“Trust your own immortal soul. 

Trust what you know, and what you don’t. 

Trust that you can do what is yours to do. 

Trust life to bring you face-to-face with truth.”

Where the heart beats

Yesterday, right before I was going to sleep, laying in my bed, darkness in the room, eyes closed and soul opened, I wanted to honor the Goddess before entering the world of dreams and a poem was born in my mind:

                                                                                     

The deer has grown
passed from the arms of the mother

To the arms of the jungle

It is always a forest

Where the heart beats

When I woke up this morning it was clear what my hearts beats for. I had dreams of love and a city I left. The heart knows. I've also dreamt with sea crabs, they know what we hide.

Sometimes we all think it's complicated to honor our beliefs, to stay connected with our soul and the above.

Open your heart and share your words, you may not even remember them in the morning. But you were heard.



Beautiful illustration by Budi Satria Kwan
Deer photo found here