Awakening the Ferry Woman

by

GwenGuin 

 

Quietly, gently go,

Let her rise slowly.

I can see

The weariness.

The love

And the wisdom.

I would fain let her sleep,

But my Journey calls

And I must answer.

 

Lower your eyes

Avoid the knowing glance.

Yet her face haunts

Memory and vision.

Seems that she is aware

Of the dichotomy,

So she smiles slowly

And reaches out her hand.

I accept the Ferrywoman’s clasp.

 

Her touch is warm,

Strong,

Loving, and

So completely tender.

At last to raise your eyes

And meet hers with a shock.

There is such beauty in her heart!

She is every mother,

Every woman’s best self.

 

Her gaze will mesmerise you

Forever and a day.

The corners of your smile

Will overflow with tears.

You will want to bathe

In the Light of Her Heart.

Her Touch will ignite you,

Blazing like a maple

With your own Best.

 

Humbled and exalted,

Honoured,

And so ashamed at once.

She can see all of you

Everything you have kept secret.

Yet still, She loves

Everything about you.

What kind of woman

Loves like that?

 

The woman who has

Travelled 

The Way of The Crucible,

She will know Truth.

She will live her life in Truth

Honour all with Her Honesty.

Such quiet courage on

Her smiling Face.

Lighting The Way for those seek.

 

Yes, You are a Seeker,

The Hermit

Of the Book of Thoth.

To Seek your Spirit

Is not a rejection of Life.

It is a choice of the Heart

Knowing that it is time

To follow the hidden Path

And return Home.

 

Home to The Island

The belly of your Self.

Here we contemplate,

Study,

And learn much.

With never a book

Nor class or Professor.

Self is all you need.

All you want.

 

When I look deep

Into the Face

Of the Ferrywoman.

I see myself

And all other women

Who have sought Her Gaze.

We are Glorious

In our wisdom

And in our courage.