Lilith poetry

Lilith: A Monologue


Written and Performed
at the United Nations by
M. Kelley Hunter, Astrologer

You wonder: who am I coming at you like your shadow?
I am black but comely, O Daughters of Earth.
Joy is my sister. Sister I to Death.

I am the first and I am the last.
I am the honored one and I am the scorned one.
I am the whore and the holy one.
I am the substance and the one who has no substance.

I sleep on the earth and I dance in the trees.
I lie in the sands and I fly on the breeze.
I walk in the sun and I drink with the bees.
I sing with the rocks and I do as I please.

You have summoned me with your desires.
There are things you need to know about Love and Creation.
What can I know about Love, you ask?
I seduce, I destroy, I have no heart?

Those are lies. Lies they tell about me now.
Lies they might tell about you later.
I live in the tree of life, with the serpent in the roots
and the thunderbird of enlightenment in its branches.

Why are you afraid of me, afraid of the tree?
What is inside of you is outside of you
And what you see outside is what is inside of you.
It is visible and it is your garment.
How beautiful are thy feet in shoes, O Daughters of the Moon!

I am wild, like the wind! Yes!
Thy navel is like a round goblet filled with wine.
Thy belly is like a heap of wheat set about with lilies.
I sleep in the desert. I live in trees. I kiss serpents. Yes!

Thy two breasts are like two young deer that are twins.
Thy neck is as a tower of ivory.
Thine eyes like the fishpools by the white harbor.
My passions are boundless, untamed. Yes!
My passions are the same as yours.
Feel your passion. Let it fill you. Let it fill you with your power.

And you, Man, Hero, still two-thirds god!
Do you remember me?
Do you remember what we once were to each other?
Do you remember the love that we shared?
I long for a mate, thirsty like water.
Come to me, I need your seed
Or I wither and die, no fruit in my branches.

I want all of you.
I draw you in to meet me
All-surrendered, all-potent, all-consuming
To the altar of fire.

Why do you resist me?
Is it because I am stronger than you
In the darkness of the night?
You say I am an illusion, like a dream.
Poor fool, I am no dream.
I offer you rapture and peace for your sterile pride.

You deny and question,
But mine eyes gleam on thee, lit with an alien light.
My lips proclaim mysteries.
My arms hold all that gods desire and fools reject.

Behold me!
Yes, I am tempting you. I am temptation.
Glory in the temptation of knowledge, O Adam,
I am your salvation.

You must give yourself to me,
Give your sins to me.
I will take you beyond sin.
I am the door to the garden.

But I will not submit to you and be put beneath you,
Like a serving maid.
He conquers me who dares to pay my price.
I ask too much, you say?
Yet I give all.

Why do you reject my love?
Watch out, you man, I warn you.
When I leave, you will fall asleep
And your rib will be taken out for your mate.
You banish me, but you will be cast out from the garden
And struggle to be reborn.

I will return to remind you of what you really want.
How you feel broken with a mate who is part of you,
Like a crutch.
And you, Woman, watch out for the Hero.

One day he may turn against you and call you whore.
But until that day,
I will bring the men from the fields
To the temple for the holy rites of love.
Until that day,
When the fertile crescent is burning
With the raging fires of war,
And the Earth is dying from the poisons of the weapons.

I go now, but you will hear my voice
In the wailing of women mourning their dead children,
In the howling winds and the hurricanes,
The earthquakes and the volcanoes!