This poem was originally written in 1993, I’ve been playing with it today, 6/22/14. Hey, to be organismically orgasmic is to be in the moment. Life is change. Are babies happy without getting their diapers changed? Gotta get rid of the old shit.
Ever see anything in Nature that does not change?
The below image is from Pamela Matthews. It will be the front cover of my upcoming book, Sophia’s Web. The image actually speaks to a dream I had in the 90’s which also sparked the writing of the book. Interesting how synchronicities work.
In the “Book of Proverbs,” Sophia (Wisdom) is said to be in peace….”all Her ways are peace. Jerusalem, in turn, means “Place of Peace.” Yes, Jerusalem is a state of mind more so than a war ravaged city held in conquest by various factions for the past several thousand years.
Is it time to grow up people?
Hail! O, sweet beautiful woman!
Hold me to Thy bosom
O’ Delightful Sweetness!
to melt this misery and despair
griping my heart
the core of my miserable existence.
Let me lay my head on thy lap,
O’ lushious Bride of Christ,
So the sizzling wet scents of thy womb
Can entwine me in thy delightful threaded rope
Ah, connected to all
is the end of the Great Fall
We all shall join hands
in the Garden through which we dance.
Who am I,
But a deliciously sautéed rapturous ecstasy.
Designed Souly to delight Thy feminine lips?
Ye Garden of Blissful Death!
I enter Thy heavenly abode
I invade Thy luscious body
So that peace may come soon
For every particle in my Being
Is, simply, the dance of Eternity’s playroom.