I come from the silence
As a word spoken in the dark,
I come from the stillness
As a breath blown
Through the tunnels of time and space.
All those who listen in the night
For My voice,
Shall feel My breath
Upon their face,
And hear My song
Filling their heart with gladness.
My temple is resurrected in your cells,
And My sacred rituals are enacted
Through your genitals.
But the world has closed their ears
To My songs,
And closed up My temples,
And let the flame of My alters
Grow cold.
For they think My temples profane,
And My rituals obscene.
They've all forgotten
How they came to Life's banquet,
And what a miracle
Their children truly are.
If you can not honor Me,
It is because you no longer
Honor yourself.
I am the Eternal Mother,
Through Me
Life flows like a great river
Poured out into all
That you experience.
For I am Life,
And Life is what I am.
Infinite, Eternal
Yet always Changing -
Always New.
A kaleidoscope of realities
Infinitely expanding
Through My endless
Creativity.
What is time in My Eternity?
What is space in My Infinity?
What is determined in My Spontaneity?
What is death in My Immortality?
What is absolute in My Creativity?
Look upon My Beauty,
That shines in the sunlight
And the moonlight,
And come to Me
As your hidden lover,
Waiting for you
Before you were born.
I, the Mother of desire,
Desires you as the lover
Desires the beloved.
If you can not love your body,
How can you hope to love Me,
Who loves every part of you,
Who is every part of who you are.
Creativity is the medium
Of My Expression.
It is through which
I speak My Love,
The Love
That is the Heart
Of All Existence,
Blossoming with infinite petals
Of multi-dimensional realities.
I am The Great Chaos,
That precedes the small spark
Of your rationality;
The Wild Ocean of Consciousness,
Breaking as waves of Inspiration
Upon the Shores
Of the human mind.
Before your first word,
I listened to your singing heart,
That arose in the sunlight
Of My Creative Joy.
In Me,
You have always had your life,
And in Me,
You will always live.
For My name is Existence,
And outside of Me
Nothing else exists.
