Shechina: I Am She Who Has Always Existed

I am the ruler of the underworld
I am a heavenly body
I have been a muse since time immemorial
Countless sonnets were inspired by my reign
I go by the names of
Snow, Hunger, Wolf, Flower,
Harvest, Hunter, Blue and Crow
I am the light within the shadows
I am the endings before new beginnings
I rouse your passions
I bring solace to your soul
I am there in your darkest hour
I rule over transitions and balance
I am life and death
I am the embodiment of reap and sow

I am the rhythm of the earth bridging all seasons
Wolves speak to me in ancient tongues
Sea captains hunger for my guidence
Oceans rise and fall under my sway
Tides succumb to my pull
I am the power of love and madness
I am the magic and I am the spell
I bear witness to your sins and secrets
I am the keeper of your regrets and hopes

Seek my wisdom and I will give you…
The gift of transformation
Call upon me and I will teach you…
The eternal cycle of harvesting and letting go
I am reincarnation
I am feast days and festivals
I am She who has always existed
I am more powerful than the sun
I am Lady Luna
I am the Shechina
I am Maiden, Mother, Crone

© 2016 – All Rights Reserved
Unifying the Shechina, (the Divine Feminine in Judaism) with the feminine archetypes of Maiden, Mother, Crone based on Greek mythology. In Jewish mysticism, the Shechina is associated with the moon and the monthly sanctification of the new moon, called Kiddush Levana in Hebrew. The Jewish sage, Rabbi Yochanan said, “One who blesses the new moon every month is one who greets the Shechina and brings Her down to shine upon us.” (Babylonian Talmud Sanhedrin 42a).

In Judaism the Shechina/Shekhinah is the Divine Earth Mother and our redemption from the underworld – meaning the pain and suffering of the human condition and dark nights of the soul.

The moon is associated with the Sacred Feminine and feminine energy in many cultures. 

 My bit of creative ~luna~cy in honor of dVerse and Grace.

Equal Measure

Dust to ashes, ashes to dust
Pleasure and pain, innocence and lust
Strength in weakness, dying in birth
Dirt feeds life, decay feeds dirt
Sunrise to sunset, ebb follows flow,
Around and around, joy or woe?
Something begins, another ends
Seasons recycling, wheel of life spins
Corporal body, human spirit
Grief and joy, we all inherit
Pleasure balances pain, pain kills pleasure,
We are all cogs, without equal measure
Love and loneliness, plenty and dearth
Wheel spins cruelly, calculating worth
Embrace or abandonment, care or abuse
Spin one takes all, win or lose
Germinating and decomposing, rotating world
Withering or thriving, life unfurls
Round we go, torment or leisure,
Tethered to this mortal coil, without equal measure

© Mother Wintermoon 2016



Slice open the facade
And truth spills out,
Immortalizing moments,
Frozen in time
Photos flashing through our consciousness,
Speaking a thousand words,
Telling stories of lives,
Wrtten in indelible ink
Everything changes,
In the blink of an eye,
In a millisecond,
Entire worlds can begin or end
We hear the cry of silenced voices,
Faces of strangers transformed into loved ones,
We collectively mourn
A watershed of tears flooding our souls,
Turning tragedy into a river of change,
Turning shame into a torrent of pride,
Turning hatred into all the colors of the rainbow
Hate will not win,
Not while we are alive,
Not while we die,
Not while the pulse of humanity,
Throbs in our veins
We will not forget,
We are the change.

© Mother Wintermoon 2016

Soft, Brown Hare

Matt of, This Mortal Flesh posted a open poetry challenge open to all readers to accept. The challenge is to write a poem based on any quote.

My quote:
“I am a stone being excavated by the slow passage of water;
I am wood charred by a fire.”
~Lauren Oliver~
Woman in the Rain

the tides of time
batter against the stoney facade
of her eroding dreams,
by the edge of the road
a soft, brown hare
slickens the asphalt,
fallen prey
to truck wheels,
and gasoline fumes~
on deserted crossings 

amidst smoldering ashes,
her prayers rise up
on wisps of woodsmoke,
cleansing rain descends,
washing away,
tears and blood

© Mother Wintermoon ~