The Black Madonna is sacredness in matter, the intersection of sexuality and spirituality.
The Black Madonna’s energy has smoldered. / Rejected by the patriarchy, / now she is erupting / in the world and in us, / demanding conscious recognition.
The Black Madonna walked into the kitchen, / munched carrots, and said, / So where are your pearls? / The dreamer replied, / They’re upstairs.
Get them, she said. / The dreamer climbed the stairs. / The pearls were not there. / Shame-faced, the dreamer went downstairs.
Of course you couldn’t find them, she said, / I found them - in a ditch. / You weren’t taking care of them. / It’s the third time I’ve found them. / I won’t bring them back again. / Next time it’s up to you.
The Black Madonna weeps at times. / At times she is austere. / At times her fierce humor / cuts through our daily madness.
The Black Madonna is larger than life itself. / Nature impregnated by spirit, / she presides over fertility, sexuality, childbirth. / She accepts her body as chalice for spirit, / presides over the sacredness of matter, / the meeting of sex and spirit. / Rejected by the patriarchy, / her energy has smoldered for generations. / Now she erupts in us and in the world, / demands conscious recognition, / demands redemption of matter.
When she comes in a dream, / She may take us on her lap, / put our head beside her heart, / and rock.
And we know / we have never heard that heartbeat, / never felt so loved.
Sometimes she is strict. / Her discipline is part of her love. / She knows what she is fighting.
- Marion Woodman