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When I take your goddess incantation\u00a0\u00a0 off the shelf<\/p>\n where She\u2019s lived\u00a0\u00a0 in relative obscurity\u00a0\u00a0 for over forty years<\/p>\n wandering the wilds\u00a0\u00a0 at the back of my mind\u00a0\u00a0 while I sit<\/p>\n among decades of notebooks\u00a0\u00a0 The Collected\u00a0\u00a0 The Selected<\/em><\/p>\n myriad voices\u00a0\u00a0 who sing me\u00a0\u00a0 into my self<\/p>\n I suddenly hear\u00a0\u00a0 Her holler\u00a0\u00a0 She WHO<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n She\u00a0\u00a0 she She\u00a0\u00a0 she She \u00a0\u00a0she WHO?<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n How could I forget\u00a0\u00a0 What a wallop She packs<\/p>\n howls\u00a0\u00a0 hoots\u00a0\u00a0 questions\u00a0\u00a0 answers<\/p>\n a Goddess of breath\u00a0\u00a0 of high desert wind<\/p>\n wind off the lake\u00a0\u00a0 wind on the mountain<\/p>\n blows off\u00a0\u00a0 the top of my head\u00a0\u00a0 I\u2019m hanging on<\/p>\n to the tail of a tiger\u00a0\u00a0 whipping me back<\/p>\n to that twenty something\u00a0\u00a0 I was<\/p>\n when I stood on a stage with you \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Judy<\/p>\n howling\u00a0\u00a0 hooting\u00a0\u00a0 asking\u00a0\u00a0 answering<\/p>\n It was Berkeley\u00a0\u00a0 1972<\/p>\n We\u2019d all suddenly remembered\u00a0\u00a0 the one we forgot<\/p>\n who cradled us\u00a0\u00a0 though we denied Her<\/p>\n for we had not yet grasped\u00a0\u00a0 that small clay goddess<\/p>\n from Willendorf\u00a0\u00a0 who fits\u00a0\u00a0 in a woman\u2019s hand<\/p>\n You conjured Her\u00a0\u00a0 Judy<\/p>\n She Who turns things over<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n The earth opened\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0It was our period<\/p>\n We raised our fists\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0We wanted the moon<\/p>\n and the moon wanted us<\/p>\n Everything changed\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Nothing changed<\/p>\n What happened\u00a0\u00a0 to that radiant glimpse<\/p>\n did She slip\u00a0\u00a0 out of our grasp\u00a0\u00a0 like a waning moon<\/p>\n <\/p>\n while Big Oil drilled down deep<\/p>\n because power is power<\/p>\n because nothing is sacred<\/p>\n when all that counts\u00a0\u00a0 is speed\u00a0\u00a0 is greed<\/p>\n yet each of us\u00a0\u00a0 still goddess bound<\/p>\n made the descent\u00a0\u00a0 down\u00a0\u00a0 below down\u00a0\u00a0 into menstrual mind<\/p>\n Me\u00a0\u00a0 tracking our mothers\u2019\u00a0 mothers\u2019\u00a0 mothers<\/p>\n into the forbidden\u00a0\u00a0 where She Who<\/em> reigns<\/p>\n You\u00a0\u00a0 riding the moonboat\u00a0\u00a0 into long ago<\/p>\n where a girl sits\u00a0\u00a0 in the dark\u00a0\u00a0 of her first blood<\/p>\n bearing the chaos\u00a0\u00a0 creating the world\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0Ah Judy<\/p>\n though we never met again\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 have we not come\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 full circle<\/p>\n <\/p>\n are we not olden olden olden<\/em><\/p>\n are we not belly full\u00a0\u00a0 of wise blood<\/p>\n are we not heart sick \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0with dread<\/p>\n watching the chaos \u00a0\u00a0take over our world<\/p>\n <\/p>\n She Who floods like a river<\/em><\/p>\n packs a wallop \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0when she\u2019s wounded<\/p>\n She thunders \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0roars \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0runs rivers through the skies<\/p>\n runs hot \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0runs cold \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0runs dry \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Breathes \u00a0\u00a0fire<\/p>\n Where is home?<\/p>\n <\/p>\n She Who is the first person to no other<\/em><\/p>\n takes me back\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 to our fore\u00a0\u00a0 mother<\/p>\n the one in the cave\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 painting<\/p>\n the galloping\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 poetry mare\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 you still ride<\/p>\n I still ride\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 her mane flying<\/p>\n in the wind off the lake<\/p>\n We\u2019re both hanging on<\/p>\n [\/et_pb_text][\/et_pb_column][\/et_pb_row][et_pb_row _builder_version=”4.27.0″ _module_preset=”default” theme_builder_area=”post_content”][et_pb_column _builder_version=”4.27.0″ _module_preset=”default” type=”4_4″ theme_builder_area=”post_content”][et_pb_image 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years\r\n\r\nwandering the wilds\u00a0\u00a0 at the back of my mind\u00a0\u00a0 while I sit\r\n\r\namong decades of notebooks\u00a0\u00a0 The Collected\u00a0\u00a0 The Selected<\/em>\r\n\r\nmyriad voices\u00a0\u00a0 who sing me\u00a0\u00a0 into my self\r\n\r\nI suddenly hear\u00a0\u00a0 Her holler\u00a0\u00a0 She WHO<\/em><\/strong>\r\n\r\nShe\u00a0\u00a0 she She\u00a0\u00a0 she She \u00a0\u00a0she WHO?<\/em><\/strong>\r\n\r\n\u00a0<\/em><\/strong>\r\n\r\nHow could I forget\u00a0\u00a0 What a wallop She packs\r\n\r\nhowls\u00a0\u00a0 hoots\u00a0\u00a0 questions\u00a0\u00a0 answers\r\n\r\na Goddess of breath\u00a0\u00a0 of high desert wind\r\n\r\nwind off the lake\u00a0\u00a0 wind on the mountain\r\n\r\nblows off\u00a0\u00a0 the top of my head\u00a0\u00a0 I\u2019m hanging on\r\n\r\nto the tail of a tiger\u00a0\u00a0 whipping me back\r\n\r\nto that twenty something\u00a0\u00a0 I was\r\n\r\nwhen I stood on a stage with you \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Judy\r\n\r\nhowling\u00a0\u00a0 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Full Circle with Goddess<\/strong><\/h2>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 for Judy Grahn<\/h3>\n