I wrote a previous blog post, about Persephone and her journey into the underworld. It was inspired both by the Winter Solstice, and a dream I had of a visit from Persephone herself. I wrote the following poem in honor of the dream. Happy Winter Solstice!
The Fruit of the Pomegranate Tree
Oh Persephone!
You came in my dream
and showed me,
The pomegranate seed.
You said,
“If you never open the pomegranate,
you can never plant the seed,
And the tree will never grow.”
Well, you opened that fruit,
and planted that seed.
The tree grew tall and strong,
fully grown, before my eyes,
like magic.
You opened me,
as you did the fruit.
You planted that seed inside.
I have grown worthy
of becoming a tree.
I have much to offer,
from the land of the dead.
The seed of the goddess
is planted in the deep, dark earth.
I reach up toward the light,
as my branches stretch,
strong, tall and beautiful.
I can hold the weight,
of the abundant,
juicy, fruit of the ages.
Ready to be picked,
and broken open to feed the soul.
I can lead others
into the dark,
into the mystery of becoming,
where the richest fruit,
and most magical trees grow.
Valley Reed – © 2011
I am a nagual and black shaman of the condor grandmother, I teach a primeval grandmother teaching of dreamtime, the lineage is pure, and this lifetime i am a slavic wind whisperer of my grandmothers lineage at the poland ukraine border. On my facebook i lead a world collective dream journeys on specific full moons, with my apprentices and the group…. If you would like to join us, i personally invite you… facebook dot com/GrandmotherMoon
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