To Tell You
I only came here for one reason, To tell you each and every day that God is a radiant golden sun hidden in your chest, and breath is the Goddess dancing before Him in this temple of flesh. They meet here in the Bridal Chamber, a dark sweet secret place where She pours herself into your grail of Silence. Nectar spills out, nourishing the garden of names, your body. It is the vintage that spilled into Mary's womb, the same, the same, twining tendrils and leaves around a trellis of bones. Do you imagine the fragrance ends at the edge of your meadow? Do you imagine the root at the center of your vineyard is a naked hollow reed that plays no music when the wind blows? Friend, this ceremony makes the world green again. Garden of Eden by Jan Brueghel the Elder