The Last Dance

As the belief systems implode upon themselves, as the identities crash to their foundations… I am emptied~ The dark night has, as always, been the creatrix of awakenings~ Death has once again birthed a formless form, an energy spin~ I am the ashes upon the altar of the beloved~ I am the chaos which consummates completion~ I am the beginning and the end and all that lay between~ The spiral dance weaves not for completion, spins eternity’s web of seeming life and death~ Always coming home, always home…all ways, even as the trickster comes to sup~ To serve empty eternal promises and presumptive peace~ Presence offers moments of elusive rest between the harsh breaths of this mortal majesty~ Divine feminine and Holy masculine, united, bound, bonded, joined as one… paired for the last dance…omega~ Nowhere, Now Here to go.. I go, never having left… Nothing, No Thing to do, I remain beyond loss and gain~ Be… I Am~ Satprem~ Copyright © 2015