Let it be known
I worship the Goddess within me...
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
~ Maya Luna,
