The Goddess of Reality

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Let it be known

I worship the Goddess

The one with tangled hair where insects nest

The one with blood soaked thighs

The one who crushes my concepts 

With her razor teeth 

And spits my mind into the wind

She shakes her belly to the beat

Of primordial passion

And feasts on the meat of ignorance 

She wanders in the garden with a basket 

Woven with the chaos of stars

She is naked

And savoring

Every petal and thorn

She churns the wheel of time 

And casts the seeds of manifestation

Without rhyme or reason

She is senseless and crazy

Innocent and free

Her skin is the color of heart break and 

Her eyes the sound of laughter

She takes no prisoners

She can not be contained

Or rationalized

She wont conform to my ideas of

What reality is

Or how things should be 

Just when I think I have her under control 

She takes me down

She will not be dominated

She always wins

She stomps to the beat and throws her hips 

She is the prowl of the panther

And the leaping deer of supreme delight

Her hair smells of tobacco and pine

She carries a knife in her pocket 

And holds a lily in her hand

She is pure in heart

She is the darkness of thunder

She is the undercover agent 

Of divine madness

Whose ruthlessness is the compassion

That severs my arrogance and 

Undoes my separation 

So that I may know her deeply

And drink in the wild radiance

Of her holy mess

With all that I am

I submit to her 

With all that I am 

I prostrate before her

Insane beauty 

She demands the death

Of all my control

When I am humble and true

She comes to me

“Dance!”

She says.

“Why aren't you dancing!”

I surrender all reason

She will not be tamed

My submission is my devotion

I have tried to control her

In 10,000 ways

Tried to seduce her into 

My happiness 

Yet she is the Grace

That smashes all hope 

And opens up the blessed wound

Of living

When I am exhausted and weary

She brings me to my knees

Her muddy feet

Are the altar of worship 

The palace of freedom

Where Joy is born

I love Her

This feral beast woman

Spinning chaos and tenderness with her 

Fingertips

Whose tongue speaks no meaning

Whose laughter is the rose

Of shameless beauty

Whose smile is the sword

That slays all striving 

To the one who can never be possessed 

Or contained 

I submit

To the one who is drenched 

In the nectar of Love

To the one who demands 

Nothing less 

To the Goddess of Reality

I dance with her because

There is nothing left

To do