PBP: Adorations for Ariadne

“It is a fine line, in all of us, between civilization and savagery. To any who think they would never cross it, I can only say, if you have never known what it is to be utterly betrayed and abandoned, you cannot know how close it is.” ― Jacqueline Carey

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“I was not designed to be forced. I will breathe after my own fashion. Let us see who is the strongest.”
― Henry David Thoreau, On the Duty of Civil Disobedience

“I adore You, daughter of Pasiphae and Minos,
I adore You, Most Holy One, Utterly Pure,
I adore You, Princess Of Sacrifices,
picking only the best to sate your brother’ hunger.
I adore You, Dancing, Mad Queen
Red with the blood of your wounds
Red with the blood with your loved ones and of your butchered beasts
Red with the pulsing life with an heart broken open and never closed again.
I adore You, Enjoyer of life,
Wet eyed, wild haired leader of Maenads,
Mistress Of Mysteries,
holding your red thread toward initiates.
I adore You, whose body is the Labyrinth,
whose heart is sky and steel,
whose mind abandoned reason for sense.
I adore You, hungry one for life and music and sex,
tireless wave of ecstasis,
firm and soothing hand that maims and kills even without a knife.
I adore You, restless maiden once desperate for freedom,
dreamy eyed even in the face of Death.
I adore You, Warm and Giving One,
Unsecreted tenderness that lives in Dionysos’ heart,
just as surely as His murderous, revolutionary wilderness harbors in Your breast.
I adore You, Ariadne,
Eternal bride of The God Who Comes,
always unbroken,
always coming apart.
I adore You, Sacred Queen,
sweet rebel,
dutiful priestess and spouse,
In all Your names,
In all Your Mysteries,
I adore You. “