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~
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