The High Priestess

By Indi Riverflow | December 15, 2011

Pythia on her tripod
Inhaling Eleusinian fumes
A channel for the goddesses and gods
Passing secrets through the womb

Behind the pomegranate curtain
Evoking the sacred stream
Leaving all answers uncertain
Like the mumbling from a dream

It is what it is
Is…Is…Is..Is

Seated between twin pillars
Lit by the triple moon
Virgin maiden seer and healer
Where comingled spirits commune

{Chorus}
You won’t understand
But you’ve got to try
Follow Ariadne’s strand
Activate the middle eye
Tune to transmissions from the tower on high
Don’t know how and don’t need to know why

Peeling away the veils
Scrolls hiding in her lap
The universe in scale
Bridging the mystic gap

The Priestess issues no dictums
She listens and she waits
Delivering vague inscrutable wisdom
To all Fools who seek their fate

The cosmos speaks in intuition
There is no finer guide
Logic cannot sort out your mission
Buy the ticket and take the ride

{Chorus}

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