Page 25 - Sacred Nude

Of veracity, My petals
Then pushed Slowly opening
Through the abysmal life canal To healthy pleasures,
Where both extreme My feet
Trauma and immeasurable ecstasy Ready
Have collided to bring me To pave the way
Into creation. Into higher truths
I wane and disappear, And joyful portals unseen.
Vanishing about myself My steps directed by the wisdom
My mind crashes Which had been trapped in my throat,
To the ground, Far too long.
Still aware My bones
But completely unconscious. Cracking into distortion
Unsound states So that I may know the rapture
Of remorse and rage Of birth and death and life.
Course through me I am coagulated truth,
And carry me A broth of cosmic divinity
To heavenly hells And planetary sin.
And hellish heavens. I am washed through
I cannot decide how The loins of earth,
To decorate my own grave. All my parts disassembled
My collapse is not in vain. And tweaked clean.
I have used my feminine wiles I am pristine re-creation.
Too long As I fall to my end,
In attempts to manipulate, There I begin again.
Copulate, Pillar of light,
Unconsciously co-create… Illuminate me from within,
And now I am about to My womb awaits
Birth my supreme self – regal Hot currents of seeding.
With consecrated sexuality. My garden again becomes Eden.
I am the totem of lifetimes.