it is an art project, a Thing of Beauty  an evening sky in pink and blue and fluffy white clouds  it is a science project, an experiment in quantum physics   this life, this form, this manifestation

there is a pink petaled One sitting upon my altar  her stem is thick as my small finger, her head almost as large as mine  Flowerhead, Flower of Life

awakening the Codes of Remembrance  in my cells and bones, in the Earth Elements of my body  the shapes and Light Languages that flow through me,  informing, encouraging, birthing my Highest Destiny 

perhaps the glare shining down on me comes from the shame upon my own face,  we stay steady with it, sit with it, breathe Breath of Life  we let it be the Light of God, overflowing chalice of the heart 

Ascending Path of Awakening through the Tree of Life consciousness is lifted and transmuted  from the temporal and transient to the supernal and eternal  

the strutting is what turns it from  too raw, too vulnerable, and at the effect of into Naked Radiance

in the beginning was the Word, and the Word was God  and the Word became flesh,  flesh of the man and woman 

this song entorches the Master Switch  this song awakens the Stem Cell

Enthusiasm of the Grinch transmuting with the Saturn Return  into Enthusiasm of the Love of the Body and the Love of Humanity 

I could turn you into a toad, but I will not  because I am a Good Witch, a Priestess of Love  I will turn you into Nectar and drink you up

we sing we sing together  Medicine Songs, Love Songs 

I stand tall, revealed, my face shatters in shame  I speak my desire for you, for touch, for shared breath 

Beloved, you melt my core as you press against me  I lick your salt, your heat and mine rise up inside of me  raising the pillar, raising the serpents  melting my Heart, my Core, all liquefied into Nectar

Dakini Fire in the belly melts concrete reality  as it lives in the center of the head,  the bliss of the Dakini Fire, and the longing for him mixed in

the business of Devotion, of the Divine Feminine…  this is the priority, this is the Essence…  all accomplishment flows from here  and not the other way  

seeds and smells of the masculine  letting go of comparative mind and dropping to the knees  to honor and give offerings at the Holy of Holies of the Pillar of Light

I too sometimes want to die, but I have practice and teachings,  and I know that I am beloved of the Beloved 

offering it all up until there is just the One just the indestructible bindu of red and white in Union remembering how to ride the bicycle with no hands and then…yes….yes please

it takes a powerful constitution  to withstand the intensity of the shakti sadhana

avoiding looking into the Face of God to try to avoid the breaking apart only brings a deep sorrow

Indestructible Bindu  union of red and white seed essences eternally wed  confers freedom from the blaming and shaming  of masculine and feminine for each other

the suffering has a momentum  those habits of thinking doing being consuming rejecting we make new habits, but they are conscious  new awakened patterns that are not habits 

naked in your devotion, in the garden… sing softly, move gracefully… learning how to bear it or let it break you

scatter and pour of the empowerments…  scattering obscuration, pouring potential wisdom  into body mind and heart

gifts of the Magi… we share this prayer, we share this moment of silence…