Artemis

Artemis, also known as Diana, is a Greek Goddess of the Moon whose roots extend back to Her time as a many-breasted mother goddess. We know her better as the maiden Huntress who lives in the forest with her band of young girls (the Arktoi) and her totem animals of Deer and Dog. As a virgin goddess, she is whole unto herself and teaches us to live our wild, instinctive nature, and at the same time, honor our sisterhood.

Mammals

As Mammals we are dependent from birth.

Shortly after our painful frightening and life-giving birth we are comforted by mothers milk.

We are dependent by nature.

==Marty Wilde

Purpose

Riding Tandem with the Random

Spiraling endlessly

Up the pole of a single lifetime

Evolving

Accomplishing nothing

Experiencing everything

© 2016 Martin H Wilde

Wild Geese

You do not have to be good.

You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.

Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile, the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
Are moving across the landscapes,
Over the prairies and the deep trees, The mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile, the wild geese, high in the clean blue air, Are heading home again.

Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
The world offers itself to your imagination,
Calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting,
Over and over announcing your place in the family of things.

== by Mary Oliver

Im Dyin Lord

They call it depression
In the looking glass
I do not know
I call it the path

Emotional healing
And I can’t complain
I’m looking up ahead
An approaching train

It stops to get me
And I climb aboard
It takes me down
To the place that I’m…

Dying Lord
I’m dying Lord
Said I’m dying Lord

I’m Dying Lord
Emotional upheaval
Said I’m dying Lord

© 2015 Martin H Wilde

NIGHTRAIN

Night train calls my name, from the dark,

It ain’t always been that way, but it’s that way now

She ain’t never coming back,

Lord she’s gone

 

And it feels so sad, you ain’t coming back,

And it seems so sad, you ain’t coming back

 

Dark voice cries my name,

Calling Marty look, look see, look feel,

Tugging’ on my skin like a hook in a fish

Lord, what you done to me?

Oh, babe, you’re never coming back, you’re gone

 

And it feels so sad, you ain’t coming back,

And it seems so sad, you ain’t coming back

 

Night train calls my name, wet, out of the dark,

Down that tunnel where, the light is shining, coming fast my way

She ain’t coming back, she gone!

 

Lord it feels so sad, you ain’t coming back,

And it seems so sad, you ain’t coming back

 

 

© 1998 Martin H. Wilde

To Nobodaddy

Why art thou silent & invisible
Father of jealousy
Why dost thou hide thyself in clouds
From every searching Eye

Why darkness & obscurity
In all thy words & laws
That none dare eat the fruit but from
The wily serpents jaws
Or is it because Secresy
gains females loud applause

==William Blake

Connected

Its organic

A reflection of my lost side

Connection with a living soul

A reminder Im not alone

 

Life and death

Endless change

Shifting rules

Dynamic change

 

To avoid illusions

I pray for disillusionment

To avoid uncertainty

I relate with The Other

 

© 2016 Martin H. Wilde

 

MIRACLE MILE

Darkness all around me like a Crocodile
I’ve seen it all my life (it only smiles)
Look to the light within to keep it at bay
“The journey’s within” they always say

I call her on the telephone, hoping that she’s home
Her eyes stare through me, green arrows down my spine
Like a cat watching a rabbit from a fence
Always there in time….

Walking on the miracle mile again
Walking on the miracle mile again
Walking on the miracle mile again, like an English boy
Walking on the miracle mile again

Shove off he says, I’ll catch you
I love you, you know I trust you
You’re all I want; you’re all I am
I’ll lay here in this haze like I am

Like a staircase winding out of sight (I’m looking at heaven’s door)
Don’t hear Daddy’s footsteps anymore
Laying on the floor in a drunken stupor
On the bottom step…(I know)

I’m walking on the miracle mile again
Banging on the miracle mile again
Walking on the miracle mile again
Looking for you like a long lost friend

A street I’ve been on long before
Streams of humanity, traffic signals pushing through
I’m in mauling, scrawling, crawling, pawing
War-torn human hell

A woman cries, She’s crying out my name
But I’m too far away to talk to her
I see her down a gentle grade, a shiny sparkling surface
Like a slide to hell, soaked in rain… (and I set out)

Walking on the miracle mile again
She’s standing there waving to me like a long lost friend
Don’t know what it means, don’t think I care
I keep walking on down the miracle mile again

Walking on the miracle mile again
She’s screaming to me like a long lost friend
Sitting on a milk crate selling all her wares
To anyone who works and can pay the price

I remember you, I trust you, I love you
You’re all I am, all I want, it’s always been
Like a flashlight in a cave, outside heavens gate
Oh, darkness separate…

Have another cup of coffee in the morning
Then go on back to bed……

© 1993 Martin H. Wilde

The Authentic Offering

Communion with the Great Primal Other is made possible through an authentic sacrifice or offering. It is not necessary that the offering be perfect, but it is essential that the offering is authentic.

The authentic offering makes it possible to move from literal space to ritual space. It is in ritual space that the Great Primal Other can provide the energy that powers the spiritual transformation.