Divine Mother and Divine Father
Guide me ever onward,
To the sacred summit,
where stars in mute ecstasy,
pirrouette in celestial whorls.
Let me be a humble messenger,
of wisdom, power, and love-
even as I tread among thorns,
my grateful heart bloom.
For in twilight of a dream,
I am always returned to you,
through the hidden, feminine valleys,
naked soul soon clothed again.
So that woven,
in skeins of mercy,
you may teach me,
of divine construction.
Though contained yet still,
in human frame,
wild familiar choruses ,
overwhelm in a crash,
a brimming din of gentle thunder.
Holy refrains intoned,
to eager ears,
of an ancient mountain,
where spirits yet usher -
The seeker and the sought
are ONE.
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