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She is like a gold mine,
a treasure store of Golden Eternity.
She is the unknown, what has been
kept secret and hidden...
She is the treasure buried
for millenia... aeons...
and you have to *dig* for it.
Like a mine's empty tunnels,
sometimes maze-like --
seeking this golden vein here,
that golden vein there
o, how the gold of Living Truth
veins Her (with no vanity).
One explores, deeply, the emptiness
of the mine, the emptiness of one's
own mind,
expanding the emptiness into Her...
"Drop everything else and just
be... become...
It's like it always was, son... in
Eden..."
This ongoing *warmth*, Beloved,
energy-wrapped
in Your embrace... so *very*
Special...
You jizm all thru me... & it is
Paradisical
... to just *be*... in You...
~~wynn
Manners
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I'm in the flame
of Your lotus heart, Beloved,
and
i don't want to be anywhere else.
Time
is Your Womb of change -- & You are pregnant with change.
You
are the alchemy of transformation,
the
very process of metamorphosis,
that
energy within us... when the seed of ourselves sprouts
into
the sky of Your awesomeness.
Masks
of Change are more of Your veils...
You
are the spiritual gold we become, Beloved,
when
You embrace us unto You;
in
our minds' & hearts' tranformation we *melt* into You.
We
are the seeds of Your Golden Sowing,
seeds
of world to come, planted into now...
That
transformation be -- in process -- means, in timelessness,
that
transformation already is... implicate to Your seeding...
~~wynn
manners
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All
around the crumbling
limestone shores
of the Mediterranean
there are traces
of her power --
the queen of Cythera,
foam-footed Aphrodite,
she who makes the muses
dance together,
plaiting poppies
in her golden hair....
Temples to her capriciousness
stand everywhere
facing the sea
which is full of nereids,
dolphins, blue & gold tiles
of sunlight, & caves where
the moon hides between pregnancies.
I have always been drawn
to these shores
as if I knew
the goddess I worshipped
would be found here
looping the ancient isles
made of limestone,
most soluble of rocks.
She took the moon on her tongue,
the silver wafer
giving a lemony light.
She watched the waves erase
her filigreed footsteps.
She is everywhere & nowhere --
provoking love in the least
recess of longing.
She is the goddess for whom
the earth continues to spin --
in her turning
all endings end
& all beginnings
begin.
---By Erica Jong
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