He stumbled through the Labyrinth into the presence of the Minotaur
Instead of a monster
There was a virgin
He remembered having read of the Witches' Sabbath
And how the postulants for the dark initiation
Were led up to the altar to kiss the latter end of the Goat of Mendes
And when they got there
It was the beautiful calm face of the Priestess of Isis that their lips touched
This Priestess
She wore a diaphanous robe of the palest green
Gold sandals twine her thin ankles
A golden fillet around her hair that has been released from it plaits
Like a veritable sun-gods halo
The first time she saw him
This explorer
This manchild
The suns corona a towering flame
Each licking tongue a thousand miles in height
A rushing, circling fire-music
Summer woods, deep leaf, bird-song
She knew his ilk
She felt a curious change come over her
Peculiar ecstatic recognition
As if something greater than her thwarted, bewildered daily self
Were coming into action
She put off her drab inhibitions
Her pagan robes struck cords in him
Her pagan outlook free for him to see
He is the first to see this
He is the first to understand
Self assertive, near to nature
Unabashedly fey, her strangeness
He saw it all at once
Extraordinarily effectual
This is what they are to eachother
Together they are the uraeus serpent
They broke through the priest-ridden walled towns
They process the opening of the hall
Many ritualized moves
The Circumambulation
The Battery of Knocks
The Magic of the Light
Look around and inside of you
Which things are fire
Forget about lighting candles
This is just ohm
In which situations you are fire
In which situations your surroundings are fire
Then he turns on her again
She is knocked from her pedestal
By a big hearty hand
This emphatic censure may have awoken a much saner and more normal creature
Well and soundly rolled in Mother Earth
But she does not flinch
She continues to face him
This does not sit well with him
Be free he says
Leave me he says
Walk away he says
A zest for the job wells in him
Satyric mirth entirely foreign to his normal nature
Overcome him and he turns on her again
Utterly flummoxed
He was the goat-god after the nymph
He cannot be
He fights her with all he has
He forgets death is the only thing that parts them
Has parted them
Time and again
He chooses to forget she is the green-clad dryad of the trees
Oh her trees, they guide her
They tell her of the surest presage
She talks to them more and more these days
She caresses their auras and they answer her back
Their soundless cue guides them
He chuckles at her like a child who sees into the wings of a pantomine
He throws her away yet again
He lets his modern cynical facade overshadow them
His eyes narrow to slanting slits like those of the goat
She sits with apprehension, she screams to him
Here me my King, hear me my King!
Stop this infernal agony, this martyrdom
Stop looming in grey heavens
This is our hypnoidal state
This is no svengali act
Let go and live with me!
Can you live without me now?
Stop fighting
I am not taking your life
I am not taking your family
It is your words
It is your mind
It is is your intone, your sonorous voice
HEKAS HEKAS ESTE BEBELOI
This is the beginning.. Not the end
5 days ago