Sorora Mystica

  • The Fallen Hero and The Godess

Love pulled the tears out of my neurosis, sucking me dry

Even making my dove cry, through a fractal in the wall

Trust, I will, within a foreign land, psychic and undaunted mind

To take or not, this step- the truth is I see everything

In the love of gnowledge worth receiving, pure ecstasy

Never am I seen, the purpose of tending to the garden remains the priority

To go from season to season, as to master the angles, through the mutable cross

The center point, the certainty I’ve found from within the spinning swastika

Vital point, it is seen clearly in the disciplines of Heaven and Earth

Devoted to the solemn vows I keep sealing with blood and flame

Somewhat like the I.C.

And call for great compassion, yes, but effortlessly destroy all enemies

I ask you to Water the Earth and to bring the rock to the core

Unpossess the mind of fear from the chessboard and gnow the lamb

Ask to be brought to tears and to not break the mirror

In light of the message, range of our scope, I ask for more information

Narrow, honoring the guts of whispers deciphered with love alone

The Cup

  • Pass go

Yes, all can choose to make it out of this hell

Near to dying for love, fighting over names, the n-ah me!

Next to the dagger, feather and rose, I use my own blood to go about as usual

Over the stones of envy, hatred and blame thrown at me in moments unexpected, I will walk unscathed

I carry the pain, but return all curses to sender

Even inviting the opportunity to die to your pain for you

Nexus of every eye looking deep into mine, every hand

Calling for me to share the beauty of the soul

Every thought bathing in a kind compassion rarely seen

There is an inevitability of trial and tribulation

Emerging through the worst nightmares, breaking in

Claiming my heart with the Spirit of miraculous surrender

Lion laying down with the Lamb, Victory of Love Herself

Affirming that I am full of living water, crave the salt of the earth

In spaces least expected, the treasure of the heart once again marks the spot

Near to dying for love, I accepted and drank from the cup

Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien

  • No regrets

To live as nobody knows, to fall into hands that heal

Open, to be open, I had to see what true nature is

Undone in hands that bind, I rise again to see what love is

Crystalline perfect, gazing upon the cellular regeneration

Heralding the alchemy of my mind once again as it forms

In what moment, will messages spin and cause me to think

Nude of Soul beauty once more as the gnosis is without fail

Gut to gnow every memory can choose to sing differently

Trusting with the passing of time, that promises to return

Running tears to the remembrance of that which is eternal

Understand, I hear you, decide to let go of criticism, regret

The love runs over the map and directs planets like music

Her name from the lowest to highest wave, the rites of us

Exit

  • Goodbye, Moon, goodbye, wheel

Invisible, I call and call and make offerings, speak through water-now flushed, almost tender

Near to lines so blurry, I hesitate to cross and make waves over the whole thing

Sacking the goods from the one book, my living library with companions of the great work

It is hot and humid in the regions that cost me my mind and made good on Her promises

Dancing taj of my heart, she has been with me through the comings of the ages

Enduring the lability which wound some us of up in the asylum-now imploding out of this whirl

Another timeline ago

  • No location

Where I fall, open, to receive on the grounds of merely being real and murderous as the divinity of discernment and hate, as the witness of the walking dead and then spiraling return as the eternal observer- yonder the impulse to kill, the righteous wrath that fuels all destructions of ages we’ve made it out of alive

Ultra negative

Fuck the Ultra positivity cult of the New (C)age
Woe to you

In the pick apart of reality, dash to see what is, doing Inside complex structures and over the top, this whirl never tells us to face North

Coaching me to get a grip as I go analyzing the shit outta and the revelations are much bolder and darts come and thy are aimed at my mind, but haven’t a clue about the I.C.

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