(Poem) The Doors of Precession by Helen Benigni, Ph.D.

[Editor’s Note: This poem was included in the journal, S/HE: An International Journal of Goddess Studies (Vol 3 No 3, 2024).]

Original artwork by Mark Butervaugh

Open wide the rusty hinges of

the doors to a universe hidden

eons by the thorny crown, the dripping blood,

the anguished cries of a sacrificed god.

Myriads of stars, adorned in silver

gossamer gowns, wisp passed

our still cringing eyes, blinking

their eternal sighs upon our brows.

Planets swirl our dazzled minds,

determined to awaken us;

and from the grey, half determined imagination

of the collective unconscious

From the genetic memory of the ages,

A Soul, long unknown, comes forth:

A Spirit of regeneration,

Born in the Boukoleion.

Nineteen, count them, once more,

Form an undulating wave,

Pulsating celestial energy

Around Her daunting figure.

Nineteen, see them, orbs of light;

And from their gracious midst,

The Goddess, our Soul awakened,

Presents from the Womb of the Moon,

From the eternal lunar light of

Reincarnating the sacrosanct,

the Sacred Horns of the Bull,

Burcrania of Tarvos Trigaranus.

Bless this Tarbfeis,

This feast with the Butterflies of change,

Flourish of the Goddess,

New reason to sacrifice, new reason

to openly welcome the cycles of eternal time

into our lives once again.



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