Mother Bast
I feel your smooth fur
nestled against my back
as I lean into your body
cozy and soft you lull
my mind to dreams of
full belly and
warm milk
your rough tongue cleans
the worn spots of my soul
making them new again
and I feel your breath
filling the spaces between
the ideas I once held
in my hands like china
they break until nothing
is left but you
and I am floating somewhere
held up by your purring
sound is all I hear
then my own fur grows
where pale skin was once
before time flowing into
one my ears now pointed
and I can hear the song
the stars are singing
we yowl with delight
together I lick your fur
we dance surrounded
by the light of mystery
into the darkness
and beyond
I struggle to hang on but
we fall into the limitless
void where Goddesses and
space are without time
and you teach me the words
to all the songs that will
ever be sung and we sing them
all with no mistakes and
write new words as we are singing
the joy is unbearable and I
tumble back into the world
where you are divine cat and
I am but your humble
servant who brings you
hand-woven blankets to lie on
–Raven Joy, c.1999 RJ
This poem was written for the healing of a friend.
You can visit her website Sister
Bast for more information
about Bast, the Egyptian Cat Goddess, and more Bast-inspired art and
poetry.
Here are some more links to sites about Bast:
The Bast Web Site
has information about Bast
as well as a timeline of Egyptian history.
Per-Bast.org, the domain of
Bast, has more information about Bast,
and claims to weed out the misinformation often found on the web.
