I've been singing, singing to myself, singing to the world, a song of connection.
Today, Inanna sang in my ear, and out of my mouth came a song of darkness and dedication. The song came into my heart first and then my throat and out of my mouth - unformed, unknown.
Inanna, into the darkness
Inanna, traveling unfettered,
Release, release, release,
Inanna, stepping forward, stepping in
The songs I sing are often as momentary, into the air,
They blossom and bloom,
And float off.
A practice of devotion,
A practice of connection.
These quick glimpses of communion,
Where I know,
Where I know.
I sing to sing, I sing because I have a song.
A daily practice,
The other day, I was in my car when Artemis drifted into my mind. And another day, Isis.
The Gods are everywhere. In the songs we sing, even when we're quiet.
The smile, the shrug, the sigh.