Hymn to Psyche
I’m leaving you
don’t try to make me stay
it’s hard enough
to step out onto the street
where nobody knows me
But then
you didn’t really
take time to know me
hell bent on healing me
fixing filling feeding me
until I gagged
You’re still small
You’re still weak
You’re still young
Fuck that
I’m not small
(I have a thousand galaxies alive in me)
I’m not weak
(I can move mountains)
I’m not young
(I am laden with fruit)
Truth is
I stand in your blind spot
the shadow of your light
This is the place where Psyche lives
(Psyche Female Right)
This is the place
where broken is sacred
(that’s how the light gets in)
where doubt is not weakness
but thread to all truth
This is the place
where opposites dance
(dance and fuck and fight)
where the word is creative
where the gap is the thing
This is the place of all blessing
Don’t walk on by
make the choice to see
take the time
to know
me
Beneath my grief a measureless sea
Beyond my fear the birth of stars
Within my rage an original fire
Come
stand with me
and together we’ll see
the dark and the light
the blindness and the sight
and we
will bow
to both