the cauldren is gold,
the water is pink irridescent;
it rises ...
from the root of being
from the ground; from the throne of Isis....
My heart is a fire;
the water climbs higher -
tendrils, serpents,
of vapourous essence
into the ethers I am a mist ascending...
and there he is standing,
part bird, part man -
Thoth the healer-magician,
calling me to him...
calling me inward, into the realm of dreaming...
"Dance with me" he sings
beating his wings, beckoning
"Dance with me!" he cries
"dance, for you are alive
and dancing,
with everything
dancing in the dreamtime..."
I stand at the alter
in the cave of the mother vulture
and I offer
my powers to her,
and leap in a circle, beat on the sand, and take flight....
gliding and soaring
on gossamer strands, a shimmering golden web
of luminous rubber bands
stretching out in all directions...
I follow the ley lines, and I find them leading me...
..into his belly
he swallows the strands,
and I place my hands upon him,
and draw them into the cauldren....
and I'm falling, down to the world below, and his echo
follows...
"Dance with me" he sings
beating his wings, beckoning
"Dance with me!" he cries
"dance, for you are alive
and dancing,
with everything
dancing in the dreamtime..."
© Liesl Lee 1990