#maya luna

I worship the Goddess.

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She is naked and savouring every petal and thorn.

She churns the wheel of time and casts the seeds of manifestation, without rhyme or reason.

She is senseless and crazy, innocent and free.

Her skin is the colour of heartbreak and her eyes the sound of laughter.

She takes no prisoners. She cannot be contained or rationalized.

She won’t conform to my ideas of what reality is or how things should be.

Just when I think I have her under control she takes – me – down.

She will not be dominated; she always wins.

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She is the undercover agent of divine madness,

whose ruthlessness is the compassion that severs my ignorance and undoes my separation,

so that I may know her deeply and drink in the wild radiance of her holy mess.

With all that I am I submit to her.

With all that I am I prostrate before her insane beauty.

She demands the death of all my control.

When I am humble and true, she comes to me.

“Dance!” she says. “Why aren’t you dancing?”

I surrender all reason; she will not be tamed.

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