And So It Is Written

I Am Sekhmet

 

"Lady of the Place at the Beginning of Time
One Who Was Before the Gods Was
Mother of All the Gods"

Transformative power of the Soular Flare,
she walks a desecrated plain,  
strident footfalls falling on a bloodied land,
the river runs red as the weak lay wounded at her feet,
for every birth must create a death
and so it is written.

 Satiated by the fall of a dark empire,
drunk off of Earth-medicine, she stumbles,
backward into joy, sideways into love and forward into the arms
of her own Shakti.

Creation and destruction rolled into One
like the Sun, like a Son,
only now it is her beauty, charm and grace that stops the senseless violence
dead in its tracks.

Sekhmet, the Flaming One, puncturing the mind
slaying its dragon, pierces the armor with a sword of truth.
With the roar of the Lion and the bite of the Cobra, she
defends fertile ground.  Her voluptuous nature mirrors the pregnant
moon above as it rises over a new world and a new way,
for she is the One who Comes in Peace.


Sekhmet, Shakti, & White Buffalo Calf Woman,
Nesert, Bast, and Hathor,
they ride again,
and so it is written.