Inanna Dances

It has been a long day of frustrating inner silence. The I Ching points, thumbs up, to a time of power and creativity. But all I feel is the continuation of waiting.

"Tell the stories," whispers the small child in my heart. What comes to mind instantly is a creation myth.

Inanna dances. God the sky woman, queen of heaven, dances. God dances in the void, the place of no thing, no sound, no being. Her hair flies out from her head. In no light, no sound, no being, Inanna dances.

God yearns. In the great dance, God yearns. From her guts a great yearning rises up. The yearning becomes a wind. The wind becomes a consort. Together they dance. Together they spin. Together they mate.

The wind becomes a serpent. Inanna bears forth an egg. The serpent wraps his body around it. In the void, the nothingness, the great dark empty, the serpent wraps himself around the egg, crooning.

When the egg hatches everything is born. Wind and rain, sky and sun, earth and waters -- all are born. Inanna separates air from water, day from night, earth from the deeps below the earth. The plants are born and cover the oceans and the earth. Trees are born. The fish and the crawling things are born. Through the waters and the land they swarm. Birds are born. The four legged creatures are born. With Inanna's help all find a place, a home. All are born. "Dance with one another," Inanna commands. "Dance life and death, day and night, struggle and respite." The great dance of creation begins. Men and women come out of a crouch and stride into the plains. Inanna gives them dances and they dance with her and one another.

Inanna dances creation into beginning. Creation dances. God dances with creation and through creation. The serpent wind of yearning dances with creation, through creation, with Inanna, with each of us. The serpent wind of yearning dances in each of our hearts.