A poem for Hekate very loosely based on the Chaldean Oracles. Very loosely.
I have an article that I am working on that compares some of Persephone’s aspects with Hekate’s Chaldean aspects, so don’t jump to the conclusion that I am following the drum beat I hear so often from others about Persephone supposedly being “evolving” into Hekate or subordinate to her. Nuh-uh. I can recognize Hekate’s supremacy just as I can recognize Persephone’s equal supremacy- the supremacy that each god has in their own traditions and in their own realms, which should be individually respected.
Persephone and Hekate are awesome enough that they don’t need to “compete” for “who’s the coolest and who’s really Queen of the Underworld”…they are who they are.
I am also not fond of the dualism the Oracles present in Hekate/Physis, as if to remove from Hekate her darker aspects…so I kept some of that here.
The moon never rests, never stops its dance,
its skirts are full and bright or tight and dark:
a paradise or a dungeon, it is the palace of lunacy,
it is still the home all: even the outcast, the unwanted, the wandering and the lost.
The moon gathers all in her arms and her heart eats them like morsels from the sacrificial feast,
(a supreme alchemical banquet where the child is again one
with mother)
and the lunar womb spats them out again into the world,
to work her auspices both diurnal and obscure:
Bright and beautiful mother, or dark and devouring mother,
who delivers and devours her young as the light waxes and wanes.
Great Hekate, lady in whose hands the leashes of daimons are held,
the dogs who test and rend careless travellers, the impure and callous
conjurers of cheap tricks!
You are the fire that forms the foundations and draws
a line between cosmos and manifestation:
grant that we may be receptive
to the fire of the Father, the light of the Nous,
the clarity of the sun which you reflect back to us!
May the eternal light fill us,
enlighten, exalt and uplift us,
a fitting meal for the Queen of the Night!
You who creates in fire,
you who separates and coagulates,
Ethereal and Infernal queen who ensouls the worlds,
who draws the boundaries between us
and what lies beyond the fixed stars,
Luminous Sophia from who’s side flows the life of the Universe-
the Chaldeans rightly named you “Spouse of Divine Mind”:
create of me a flower of fire,
an ever-burning demiurge so that I may shape my world
in the image of the Father, elements united,
harmonized like a symphony of strings!
Luna Phosphorus,
Luna Soteira,
Mene, Mother, Maiden, Majesty!
We do not forget you in your other aspects,
and we do not dualize you as many would-
for you are one being unto yourself, in-breather and quickener,
All-knowing Fountain and Flood…
accept the adorations of the souls you have cast,
creations from your divine mould!
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