Moon Child
How many miles to Babalon?
I asked to the most Beautiful One.
The Horned God is speaking to me ‘
As I am caressing myself.
I wasn’t expecting Him.
“Keep breathing, keep breathing, keep breathing.”
Thrice, he said.
I shouldn’t tell Him the secret,
Soon I am there.
To the top of the pyramid of Ecstasy.
Ancient energy is being build in my bed.
I am now a Priestess.
-”Where are you?”
He demands to know.
“The 8th.”
He got what he came for and I got my Vision.
He left and did not say Farewell.
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By undressing the layers that were placed on me, through the collective (society) and individuals,I get in touch with my soul. By undressing me from my country and my family I can travel freely to whe
As I lay down under a tree In Jungian land, The immensely powerful Sun God Warms the legs stretched to Him. A beer on my left side, Grass on the other, Writing words in a Summer's afternoon, Delightin