After Millennia

After millennia of martricentricity
And after millennia patriarchy
We dream one new dream. 

Again glows the oven:
Soror and Alchemist work again
Together on a New Stone. 
From the depth, through the bow,
From the height, over the stairs,
Distils what is longed for
Itself towards us.

Under starlit night,
In the black wood,
On the place
Before the shining cave
The hunter bends,
Renders the round of light
To the wild woman.
Two man-hands
And two woman-hands
Together at one ball shining white.

In her kitchen,
At her desk,
It bears itself before her eyes
From the ball of life,
The living Godly Child.
Instantly she wants to feed and care.
„Wait and see,” says he,
„See what comes and what happens.”

O Beloved, dream and work,
The Magnus Opus,
Your dreams, comes true.