If you
pierce and penetrate and plumb the spheres of Being,
Light will
come from the heavens.
If you
pierce and penetrate and plumb the depths of Being,
Light will
come forth from this very earth.
You can be
in one spot and stay there,
rarely
leaving town, go to work with empty pockets,
come home,
put bread on the table,
and still
do this.
Pierce and
penetrate and plumb right where you are.
Tone for
tone, syllable for syllable, Names of the Beloved, go:
Light will
come.
In every
Woman is Goddess.
In every
Woman is Goddess.
I need the women,
I need the men as well –
but I need
to reach women.
In every
woman is Goddess – even if buried
in each is
this goddess – not a diva,
not a demanding dominatrix, not
a calculating castrating bitch,
nor a “good girl“ nor “fantasy babe“ – none of
these:
but a goddess,
an indescribably real phenomenon,
dwelling in
a normal form – and whom I reverently acknowledge
within
mySelf –
and
sometimes, on some level more often than not:
they get
it.
If not, the
failing lies with me.
But oh, when
it does catch: Light comes.
