Guest guest Posted April 23, 2005 Report Share Posted April 23, 2005 >From the Courtship of the Goddess Inanna The Goddess sings: He has sprouted; he has burgeoned; He is lettuce planted by the water. He is the one my womb loves best.... My eager impetuous caresser of the navel My caresser of the soft thighs He is the one my womb loves best He is lettuce planted by the water Damuzi sings: O Lady, yhour breast is your field. Inanna, your breast is your field. Your broad field pours out plants. Your broad field pours out grain. Water flows on high for your servant. Bread flows from on high for your servant. Pour it out for me, Inanna. I will drink all you offer. The Goddess sings: Before my lord Damuzi, I poured out plants from my womb. I placed plants before him, I poured out plants before him. I placed grain before him, I poured out grain before him. I poured out grain from my womb. What delightful Goddess imagery for this time of year when the Goddess is bursting with fertile energy the flowers are blooming, things are sprouting and pouring out of the fertility of the earth. Blessings, prainbow Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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