Reverberations ripple through veins
Thick as coils of Oxumare
Scales, grid of glistening serpentine body
The dance of the Divine balancing WE
The heartbeat votex of grandmother
Grasps chests heaving under weight of surrenders beckoning
And love, truly tasted in the deepest core of your being
The gift of this knowing,
a gem covered in cryptic coal dust

Secrets await your discovery
Integration,
The souls journey
Quickening's pace
Heart race
Eyes trace
Syncopates

You are held like sweet beloved child to mothers breast
Drink deep
Taste milk from the well of source
Not seperate

Be-coming
Un-raveling

Arriving

Breathe

.LIFE.

Everlasting

Said the goddess to her wounded self:

"Everything I pour forth in fullness, my beauty and my decay, my generosity and my chaos. I who am the support of everything, also shatter all your supports. In splendor and in terror I burst through the segments of your mind, for I am the mind that dreamed you. You do not understand the events you have witnessed, and would alter them if the power was yours. Yet I myself bow down and salute your passions, the goodness in you and the grief. The clenched fist that you shake at me I accept; I hear you. Those who persist to end in their passion to know me, through love or through hate, to them I reveal myself. And those who have seen me rage no longer, but their mind falls silent, and their words dissolve into my black light."
-Aphrodite’s daughter-

Inquiring minds:

"Which is the mask you wear?"

The mask of the
muse-In-the-mirror
is mine
A revealer
A rebel of self
a reflection eternal
An exalter of exposed emotion
Beckoning chrimson kin
to face each moment in truth
Each incantation
Icy as winters kiss
Each prayer pierces veils
For
Hungry is this huntress's arrow
Self-existing like latent potential
Potent is the potion of Her prowess
patient is Her gaze

And She
who roams dark nights
lioness in the jungle
Savage
and soft
A paradox?

Or polarity?

A Destroyer
Kali's angel
Upholder of Divine will
Under guise of Goddess
Embodiment of anima
Vessel of vision's viscosity
Not seperate from She
In the fury of storm
Enlies the shelter she seeks
In the chaos of silence
As particles collide
unseen to naked eye

And She
who roams dark nights
lioness in the jungle
Savage
and soft
A paradox?

Or polarity?

Multiply the masks of me,
The masks of We
muses-in-the-mirror
We
animate apathy
activate alchemy
illuminate dichotomy

The selves we speak into fruition
are fractal fragments
Of soul tapestry
Woven are We
Integrated and integral

For if all the world is a stage
and we,
the seer's
The dream weavers
The players playing we
Yes we
are at best
The theatrical representation
of soul-speak

The very Mask you speak of...