The contract is written such that at any moment you can give it all away The torments of your mind The false inheritance The heavy load Sacred Reciprocity is your birthright There is nothing you can ever do wrong In Her eyes Yet your full body confession is your secret knock upon the door of ferocious self love Reveal what has been bubbling and toiling below the surface of your heart Scream it into the veil that I know you feel The altar at which you long to kneel yet forgot how to adorn with your naked truth and taste for your exposed flesh to Life’s fire after the fervent hunting of your scent by the Moon’s glistening tooth and sharp eye is under your tired feet You are seen in every moment You thought you could hide God’s desires inside of yourself not realizing you are desire itself Incarnate perfection is being drenched in the sweat of allowing yourself to be forged by the simple act of extending your burdened and calloused hands and setting it all down at Her feet.
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