Chariklo’s Awakening

From the primordial waters, an answer

to a call from the great above

a vibration

a holy note

rippling through oneness

a clear pure intention

a cry to be whole.

She shaped herself woman and rose.

The King defeated in his land

limp and tired from sorrow’s arrow

needed Her-

Her ocean heart, Her fertile rain

to pour upon him the nectar of life

embalm his decaying flesh

and the wound that does not heal.

To moisten the seeds in his soul

the ones that forgot to grow

and the ones shrivelled by the burning Sun.

She spoke of the Moon

and Her mysteries

of constant change in eternal cycles

of life and death and life again.

There is nothing to doubt she whispered

surrender to my many faces

even though I may be terrifying

even though I may seem harsh

for in that terror and harshness

is the wonder of surrender

and the wonder of becoming.

And you, my king, are becoming

what the world needs.

Words inspired by the myth of Chariklo, the female centaur and wife of Chiron. Originally a water nymph she became, for a while, a centaur-half horse half human-to love the great wounded healer.