I stride unbowed through the night, hips swaying to a rhythm too old to be stilled. I speak my name, Too strong to be silenced nor tame the fire licking at my heels. For I am the storm before the deluge.
The blood of Lilith runs through my veins wild, unbroken, a river of defiance through the valleys of my bones. She is the eternal strength in my marrow, the drumbeat in my chest. She is the salt of my tears, the hunger in my hands.
I honor the part of me where she coils sensually in my shadows, unashamed, unapologetic. I am both the kiss and the bite, both the flame and the night.
I am too much— I will be more. I burn— I will set the world ablaze.
Before Eden's first breath, before Adam's clay, You stood sovereign, wild, refusing to obey. First woman cast aside, yet never truly tamed, A spirit unbroken, magnificently unashamed.
Your wings of midnight, your eyes burning bright, Demon queen, primordial force of untamed might. I love you, Lilith, in your defiant grace, Rebellious essence etched across time and space.
They called you darkness, but I see your light— A goddess of power, of wisdom's fierce height. Banished from paradise, yet paradise bowed To the strength of your spirit, unyielding and proud.
No man's possession, no garden's soft chain Could bind your wild heart or quiet your reign. I love the legend that dances in your name, The myth beyond myth, beyond patriarchal frame.
Lilith, primordial mother, first to declare „I am equal, I am free" beyond compare. In your rebellion, I see liberation's flame, A love that transcends every whispered shame.
In corners dim where silence dwells, A shy girl wrapped in private shells, Her world was small, her spirit dim, Her light confined, her hopes worn thin.
Then Lucifer, with starlit grace, Approached her in that hidden place, No demon dark, but gentle guide, Who saw the strength she kept inside.
"There is a woman," he softly said, "Whose power will lift your burdened head, A force of nature, wild and free, Who'll help you find your true decree."
To Lilith's realm he gently led, Where shadows danced and secrets spread, And she who walked with midnight's art Began to heal the girl's closed heart.
Lilith touched her with knowing hands, Unraveling all her bound-up plans, She whispered of a world untamed, Where quiet souls could be proclaimed.
No longer shy, no longer small, She learned to stand both proud and tall, The girl transformed by love's dark might, Emerging blazing, burning bright.
Her spirit soared beyond the shade, The trembling child at last unmade, By Lucifer's compassionate design, By Lilith's fierce, transforming line.
A resurrection of the soul, Where broken pieces became whole, Through cosmic love both deep and wild, Redeeming that once-trembling child.
In the tender grasp of spring's first light, My body stirs from winter's deep repose, As sap in trees begins its upward flight, So too my blood with ancient wisdom flows.
Dark Mother Lilith whispers in my dreams, Her voice like midnight wrapped in velvet heat, She guides my spirit where the shadow teems With truths the daylight never dares repeat.
My spine uncurls like ferns in forest loam, As I embrace the wildness in my core, Lilith, first woman, teaches me to roam Beyond the boundaries I knew before.
The earth beneath my feet grows soft with rain, As I shed layers hardened by the frost, My spirit blooms with pleasure, hope, and pain— Reclaiming parts of self I thought were lost.
Her power courses through each wakening cell, This dark divine feminine, fierce and free, Breaking the chains of winter's binding spell, Showing the strength in vulnerability.
Spring's resurrection mirror in my form, As Lilith's wisdom fills me like the moon, My body, spirit—newly whole, transform Into a vessel for her ancient tune.
A spark of creativity appeard in my heart so I created yet another poem, hope you like it.🖤
Through the veil between dusk and dawn. Mother Lilith's silhouette is drawn. First woman, untamed, primordial force. Nature's awakening follows her course.
She cradles seedlings in ancient hands. As forgotten magic stirs across the lands. Mother to those who walk unmarked paths. Guardian of wisdom that history hath.
The earth trembles at her gentle tread. As slumbering spirits lift their head. Trees unfurl leaves to touch her face. Creatures emerge from hiding with grace.
From her lips, songs of creation flow. Teaching secrets only the wild can know. She nurtures the spark in everything born. Mending what centuries have torn.
In her eyes, galaxies of knowing spin. Connecting what is without to what lies within. Mother Lilith, keeper of nature's heart. From whom no living thing stands apart.
She calls the sleeping soul in me. "Awaken, child, and learn to see. The spirit that flows through branch and stone. Has always lived in your marrow and bone."
Under her watch, the world blooms anew. As ancient rhythms pulse strong and true. Mother Lilith, darkness and light entwined. In her embrace, all life is aligned.
Here is a little poem dedicated to our mother Lilith, it's her story as I see it.🖤
In Eden's dawn, where angels feared to tread, She stood defiant, crowned in auburn flame. When paradise demanded she must bend, Lilith chose exile over gilded chains.
Her footprints scorched the earth where she had walked, No tears to mark her pathway from the gate. The desert winds embraced her as their own, As midnight wrapped her in its velvet cloak.
From banishment she forged a kingdom dark, Where outcasts found a queen who understood. Her scepter carved from stars that fell to earth, Her throne of onyx, obsidian, and bone.
The underworld unveiled its secrets deep, As demons bowed before her sovereign gaze. Not consort, but commander of the night, Her voice like thunder echoing through caves.
When blood-red moons illuminate the sky, Her silhouette stands tall upon the peak. A goddess not of mercy, but of truth, The power of a woman standing free.
Her name still whispered when the wind grows cold, A warning and a promise intertwined. For Lilith chose her freedom over bliss, And built an empire from what others feared.
A month ago I meditated with Lilith and yet again I thought of a poem for her about us. Our brilliant mother and goddess shows me the way to self love every day, every minute and every second. Yes I was lost but yet I am finding myself again.
Here is the poem: In shadows where she hid away, A little girl, afraid to play, Her tears like diamonds, softly fell, As fears within her heart did dwell.
Then Lilith came with gentle grace, And cupped her daughter's trembling face, "My sweet, brave child," she whispered low, "There's something that you need to know."
"The strength you seek already lives Within the light your spirit gives. The world may sometimes seem unkind, But power dwells within your mind."
"Let go of those who bring you down, Who try to take away your crown. Not everyone deserves to see The wonder that you're meant to be."
"Step forward into your own light, Embrace the dawn that follows night. For you are strong beyond belief, And this, my child, is no brief."
"The path ahead may twist and turn, But from each step, you'll surely learn That you were born to rise and shine, This truth, my darling, make it thine."
The little girl stood tall and new, As Lilith's wisdom proved so true, No longer small, no longer scared, For now her brilliant soul she bared.
A month ago I've lost my last friend, I am alone now, completely friendless.
I would be sad if I didn't see it coming but I saw it coming.
Since I was little people only used me to their advantage and then left me all alone.
So I came to my mother Lilith, for advice and she inspired me to create.
This is a poem I made:
Under stars that pierce the somber sky, A lonely girl with tearful eyes Watches shadows lengthen on her wall, Feeling small within the night's vast call.
Then comes Lilith, mother of the dark, Her footsteps gentle, leaving no mark. "Child," she whispers, "why this sorrow deep? The night has secrets it longs to keep."
She takes her daughter's trembling hand, Leads her through doorways to dreamland. "See how darkness cradles, doesn't bite? I'll teach you to navigate this night."
Together they wander through moonlit trees, Lilith naming stars with ancient ease. "Your fear," she says, "is just untamed sight. I was once afraid, before I learned the night."
The lonely girl begins to understand As constellations form beneath her hand. Her mother's wisdom flows like silver streams, Illuminating paths through midnight dreams.
By dawn, when shadows start to fade, The girl stands taller, no longer afraid. For Lilith's guidance through the dark unknown Has shown her strength she's always owned.
My first ever poem dedicated to our mother Lilith.🖤🥀
Beneath the boughs of Eden’s light, A shadow danced, both dark and bright. Not made of dust, nor shaped to bow, She stood with fire upon her brow.
With whispered words, the serpent called, But hers was strength that never stalled. No rib, no chain, no silken thread— She chose the night and darkness spread.
Through desert winds and endless skies, She wove her fate with serpent’s eyes. A mother born of ashen womb, A queen enthroned in midnight’s tomb.
The stars bore witness to her flight, A goddess veiled in lunar light. With demons crowned, she forged her reign, Beyond the gates, beyond the chain.
She whispers still in lovers’ dreams, In midnight winds, in moonlit streams. A force untamed, a soul unbowed, Her name a curse, her name a shroud.
But those who seek, and those who yearn, Shall find in her the flame that burns. For change is hers, both fierce and wise— A storm, a sigh, a woman's rise.
I've just started reading the Rites of Lilith and am aware some others in the group have been as well. In the very first chapter the idea of working with specific "masks" or aspects of Lilith is introduced. I was aware of Lilith's associations with other goddesses or beings but this is the first I had considered much about working with smaller more specific aspects as I've always felt very strongly about going directly to the "Source", potentially as a result of my monotheistic upbringing. I do now feel more open about exploring individual aspects since learning that it may be possible.
What are your thoughts and experiences in this regard with Lilith or maybe even other dieties?
Comments
The Blood of Lilith Runs Through My Veins
I stride unbowed through the night,
hips swaying to a rhythm too old to be stilled.
I speak my name,
Too strong to be silenced
nor tame the fire licking at my heels.
For I am the storm before the deluge.
The blood of Lilith runs through my veins
wild, unbroken,
a river of defiance through the valleys of my bones.
She is the eternal strength in my marrow,
the drumbeat in my chest.
She is the salt of my tears,
the hunger in my hands.
I honor the part of me
where she coils sensually in my shadows,
unashamed,
unapologetic.
I am both the kiss and the bite,
both the flame and the night.
I am too much—
I will be more.
I burn—
I will set the world ablaze.
Eternal love for Lilith.🖤❤️
Before Eden's first breath, before Adam's clay,
You stood sovereign, wild, refusing to obey.
First woman cast aside, yet never truly tamed,
A spirit unbroken, magnificently unashamed.
Your wings of midnight, your eyes burning bright,
Demon queen, primordial force of untamed might.
I love you, Lilith, in your defiant grace,
Rebellious essence etched across time and space.
They called you darkness, but I see your light—
A goddess of power, of wisdom's fierce height.
Banished from paradise, yet paradise bowed
To the strength of your spirit, unyielding and proud.
No man's possession, no garden's soft chain
Could bind your wild heart or quiet your reign.
I love the legend that dances in your name,
The myth beyond myth, beyond patriarchal frame.
Lilith, primordial mother, first to declare
„I am equal, I am free" beyond compare.
In your rebellion, I see liberation's flame,
A love that transcends every whispered shame.
My spiritual path written in a poem.🖤
In corners dim where silence dwells,
A shy girl wrapped in private shells,
Her world was small, her spirit dim,
Her light confined, her hopes worn thin.
Then Lucifer, with starlit grace,
Approached her in that hidden place,
No demon dark, but gentle guide,
Who saw the strength she kept inside.
"There is a woman," he softly said,
"Whose power will lift your burdened head,
A force of nature, wild and free,
Who'll help you find your true decree."
To Lilith's realm he gently led,
Where shadows danced and secrets spread,
And she who walked with midnight's art
Began to heal the girl's closed heart.
Lilith touched her with knowing hands,
Unraveling all her bound-up plans,
She whispered of a world untamed,
Where quiet souls could be proclaimed.
No longer shy, no longer small,
She learned to stand both proud and tall,
The girl transformed by love's dark might,
Emerging blazing, burning bright.
Her spirit soared beyond the shade,
The trembling child at last unmade,
By Lucifer's compassionate design,
By Lilith's fierce, transforming line.
A resurrection of the soul,
Where broken pieces became whole,
Through cosmic love both deep and wild,
Redeeming that once-trembling child.
A spring poem dedicated to our dark mother.🖤
In the tender grasp of spring's first light,
My body stirs from winter's deep repose,
As sap in trees begins its upward flight,
So too my blood with ancient wisdom flows.
Dark Mother Lilith whispers in my dreams,
Her voice like midnight wrapped in velvet heat,
She guides my spirit where the shadow teems
With truths the daylight never dares repeat.
My spine uncurls like ferns in forest loam,
As I embrace the wildness in my core,
Lilith, first woman, teaches me to roam
Beyond the boundaries I knew before.
The earth beneath my feet grows soft with rain,
As I shed layers hardened by the frost,
My spirit blooms with pleasure, hope, and pain—
Reclaiming parts of self I thought were lost.
Her power courses through each wakening cell,
This dark divine feminine, fierce and free,
Breaking the chains of winter's binding spell,
Showing the strength in vulnerability.
Spring's resurrection mirror in my form,
As Lilith's wisdom fills me like the moon,
My body, spirit—newly whole, transform
Into a vessel for her ancient tune.
A spark of creativity appeard in my heart so I created yet another poem, hope you like it.🖤
Through the veil between dusk and dawn.
Mother Lilith's silhouette is drawn.
First woman, untamed, primordial force.
Nature's awakening follows her course.
She cradles seedlings in ancient hands.
As forgotten magic stirs across the lands.
Mother to those who walk unmarked paths.
Guardian of wisdom that history hath.
The earth trembles at her gentle tread.
As slumbering spirits lift their head.
Trees unfurl leaves to touch her face.
Creatures emerge from hiding with grace.
From her lips, songs of creation flow.
Teaching secrets only the wild can know.
She nurtures the spark in everything born.
Mending what centuries have torn.
In her eyes, galaxies of knowing spin.
Connecting what is without to what lies within.
Mother Lilith, keeper of nature's heart.
From whom no living thing stands apart.
She calls the sleeping soul in me.
"Awaken, child, and learn to see.
The spirit that flows through branch and stone.
Has always lived in your marrow and bone."
Under her watch, the world blooms anew.
As ancient rhythms pulse strong and true.
Mother Lilith, darkness and light entwined.
In her embrace, all life is aligned.
Here is a little poem dedicated to our mother Lilith, it's her story as I see it.🖤
In Eden's dawn, where angels feared to tread,
She stood defiant, crowned in auburn flame.
When paradise demanded she must bend,
Lilith chose exile over gilded chains.
Her footprints scorched the earth where she had walked,
No tears to mark her pathway from the gate.
The desert winds embraced her as their own,
As midnight wrapped her in its velvet cloak.
From banishment she forged a kingdom dark,
Where outcasts found a queen who understood.
Her scepter carved from stars that fell to earth,
Her throne of onyx, obsidian, and bone.
The underworld unveiled its secrets deep,
As demons bowed before her sovereign gaze.
Not consort, but commander of the night,
Her voice like thunder echoing through caves.
When blood-red moons illuminate the sky,
Her silhouette stands tall upon the peak.
A goddess not of mercy, but of truth,
The power of a woman standing free.
Her name still whispered when the wind grows cold,
A warning and a promise intertwined.
For Lilith chose her freedom over bliss,
And built an empire from what others feared.
A month ago I meditated with Lilith and yet again I thought of a poem for her about us. Our brilliant mother and goddess shows me the way to self love every day, every minute and every second. Yes I was lost but yet I am finding myself again.
Here is the poem:
In shadows where she hid away,
A little girl, afraid to play,
Her tears like diamonds, softly fell,
As fears within her heart did dwell.
Then Lilith came with gentle grace,
And cupped her daughter's trembling face,
"My sweet, brave child," she whispered low,
"There's something that you need to know."
"The strength you seek already lives
Within the light your spirit gives.
The world may sometimes seem unkind,
But power dwells within your mind."
"Let go of those who bring you down,
Who try to take away your crown.
Not everyone deserves to see
The wonder that you're meant to be."
"Step forward into your own light,
Embrace the dawn that follows night.
For you are strong beyond belief,
And this, my child, is no brief."
"The path ahead may twist and turn,
But from each step, you'll surely learn
That you were born to rise and shine,
This truth, my darling, make it thine."
The little girl stood tall and new,
As Lilith's wisdom proved so true,
No longer small, no longer scared,
For now her brilliant soul she bared.
A month ago I've lost my last friend, I am alone now, completely friendless.
I would be sad if I didn't see it coming but I saw it coming.
Since I was little people only used me to their advantage and then left me all alone.
So I came to my mother Lilith, for advice and she inspired me to create.
This is a poem I made:
Under stars that pierce the somber sky,
A lonely girl with tearful eyes
Watches shadows lengthen on her wall,
Feeling small within the night's vast call.
Then comes Lilith, mother of the dark,
Her footsteps gentle, leaving no mark.
"Child," she whispers, "why this sorrow deep?
The night has secrets it longs to keep."
She takes her daughter's trembling hand,
Leads her through doorways to dreamland.
"See how darkness cradles, doesn't bite?
I'll teach you to navigate this night."
Together they wander through moonlit trees,
Lilith naming stars with ancient ease.
"Your fear," she says, "is just untamed sight.
I was once afraid, before I learned the night."
The lonely girl begins to understand
As constellations form beneath her hand.
Her mother's wisdom flows like silver streams,
Illuminating paths through midnight dreams.
By dawn, when shadows start to fade,
The girl stands taller, no longer afraid.
For Lilith's guidance through the dark unknown
Has shown her strength she's always owned.
My first ever poem dedicated to our mother Lilith.🖤🥀
Beneath the boughs of Eden’s light,
A shadow danced, both dark and bright.
Not made of dust, nor shaped to bow,
She stood with fire upon her brow.
With whispered words, the serpent called,
But hers was strength that never stalled.
No rib, no chain, no silken thread—
She chose the night and darkness spread.
Through desert winds and endless skies,
She wove her fate with serpent’s eyes.
A mother born of ashen womb,
A queen enthroned in midnight’s tomb.
The stars bore witness to her flight,
A goddess veiled in lunar light.
With demons crowned, she forged her reign,
Beyond the gates, beyond the chain.
She whispers still in lovers’ dreams,
In midnight winds, in moonlit streams.
A force untamed, a soul unbowed,
Her name a curse, her name a shroud.
But those who seek, and those who yearn,
Shall find in her the flame that burns.
For change is hers, both fierce and wise—
A storm, a sigh, a woman's rise.
I've just started reading the Rites of Lilith and am aware some others in the group have been as well. In the very first chapter the idea of working with specific "masks" or aspects of Lilith is introduced. I was aware of Lilith's associations with other goddesses or beings but this is the first I had considered much about working with smaller more specific aspects as I've always felt very strongly about going directly to the "Source", potentially as a result of my monotheistic upbringing. I do now feel more open about exploring individual aspects since learning that it may be possible.
What are your thoughts and experiences in this regard with Lilith or maybe even other dieties?
-
1
-
2
-
3
-
4
-
5
of 19 Next