Though the best of summer is yet to come
Full power is heightened in the Sun,
today.
The wheel relentlessly is turning
Diminishing the land's sunshine yearning,
today.
Sparks of past & future fly
marking the mantle of Father Sky,
today.
Mother's belly is magnificently filling
and we are free from fields and tilling,
today.
We open our heart, mind, body and soul
to capture the Light in this fragile bowl,
today.
We ward off winter: fallow and dead
with sun, and love and magick said,
today.
Showing posts with label god. Show all posts
Showing posts with label god. Show all posts
Monday, December 21, 2009
Thursday, November 6, 2008
the shadow shifts
Do the priests and priestesses of the catholic faith submerge their humanity in aestheticism, self denial and repression in order to sensitize themselves to supposed sexual sin?
Do they strip their sensual natures with the sandpaper of spiritual pursuits, in order to metamorphose prematurely into the rule keepers and pleasure sleepers the church employs to bind its followers into eternal guilt?
Notice how the mere whiff of sensuality in a parishioner stills their rosary of tapping feet, they turn and with mouth pursed and nose lifted they catch the perfume of pleasure lingering on the human soul... this they cannot allow!!
for it is taught that the paths of pleasure and the ways of wantonness lead to confusion and isolation from god. they may indeed if god is the male spinster that they worship suspended in impotence between heaven and earth.
but let the god become Her Self: the engorged woman of earth and elements then frigid, averted eyes fluttering with self righteousness open, and see the land of milk and honey flowing with rivers of desire and destiny. Lit with the beltaine fires of fertility and fecundity. Bursting with the orgiastic fruits of freedom, joy, whimsy and satiation.
The black cloth of catholic morality is only shocking against the naked flesh of humans...but lay it on the altar, dripping with faith and worship, its black is not so black..and its binding easy to tear in ecstasy...
Do they strip their sensual natures with the sandpaper of spiritual pursuits, in order to metamorphose prematurely into the rule keepers and pleasure sleepers the church employs to bind its followers into eternal guilt?
Notice how the mere whiff of sensuality in a parishioner stills their rosary of tapping feet, they turn and with mouth pursed and nose lifted they catch the perfume of pleasure lingering on the human soul... this they cannot allow!!
for it is taught that the paths of pleasure and the ways of wantonness lead to confusion and isolation from god. they may indeed if god is the male spinster that they worship suspended in impotence between heaven and earth.
but let the god become Her Self: the engorged woman of earth and elements then frigid, averted eyes fluttering with self righteousness open, and see the land of milk and honey flowing with rivers of desire and destiny. Lit with the beltaine fires of fertility and fecundity. Bursting with the orgiastic fruits of freedom, joy, whimsy and satiation.
The black cloth of catholic morality is only shocking against the naked flesh of humans...but lay it on the altar, dripping with faith and worship, its black is not so black..and its binding easy to tear in ecstasy...
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