The Devil's Meadow

They say that mad women smile at the moon.

It's in our bones.

There was once a place where..

'the Devil made his earthly home..where here he kept a small, gated meadow...'

Scented pages, of sacredness.

Hairs unseen, are hairs unclean.

Misshapen mirrors, unfolding knots.

Spiritual psyches came together

in a dual misunderstanding.

Never doubt your creativity. 

Never doubt your heart.

She sung to the moon.

And she sung to the stars.

Open up your heart.

Open your heart.

Stop fighting this meeting of dark and light.

They are urging to meet.

And it is vital they do so for their own survival;

for your survival.

*

A meadow within a meadow.

Uprising is the Devil's brow.

I am light, I am lovely..

but I am also earth, and I am also dirty.

Spiders graze against my arm,

such charm, such grace, in its beautiful little face.

I am unearthed from this hidden place.

Feed me roses, feed my blood, 

draw my shape, taste my mud.

Muddy cups, quivering.

Lingering,

is the scent of peppermint and orange.

Where is my mother? Where is my shape?

She kept me weary, she kept me full.

And as mind is to other, so am I to love.

For I never gave up. 

I never give up.

And so I broke the Devil's heart instead.

But I wander back, aimlessly, tired, and striving for recognition. 

If the Devil is me and I am the Devil, then take me to the place where he is most at peace. Take me to the place where wild boars kiss the toes and hind legs of wild, wild women.

I was not born an architect, nor a mathematician.

But I was born with milk and salt embellished in my blood.

And I will never give up.

I will never give up.

I run scared because I don't know the answer yet,

but I don't need to, I'm already there, I'm already here, I just need to allow myself to feel it.

Have faith in your bones. Sink into your recognition.

The secret is quite comfortable.

''Make yourself at home,'' he said.

And so I do. I wrap myself in furs.

'I wouldn't mind for a cherry or two,' I said.

And then I waited.

And so did he.

And I climbed, and I climbed, and I climbed.

Through hairs of wood and speckled toes,

torn off, limb from limb. 

And I am born again.

Now more able, content.

Edible.

Less fragile, now I found the key.

Now she finds the scars,

and she bled, and she bled, and she bled.

And now she knows the sky.

'I am thirsty,' she said.

''Then drink. And I wish thee well.''

*

There is no such thing as hell,

it is a misconception.

''Leave that gate open would you?''

Tears swam down my face as we met,

in holy conjunction.

''You are my halo Jade.

You are my rain.''

That little girl is allowed to be beautiful you know.

The Devil is just a name.