If She So Deems.
Denise Adaya Marcel
If the Goddess so deemed
She would sleep freed, yet entwined,
with Her feet curled around your ankle;
your hand resting between Her breasts.
Sweet safe breaths;
sighs of unassailability,
sleeping at the entry of paradise,
acquiescent surrender to security
and purity and all that is at peace.
Merely because the Goddess deems.
I feel such power at the thought
that all is not for naught.
With lessons taught
they are learned,
they are branded into my heart
and soul and I finally get the jest.
I will ultimately let it lead me
and feed me the light of my future....
the awakened destiny of a goddess
ordained, because SHE so deems.
SHE does not cry over spilled love,
or bemoan the rips in HER vagina,
or crumble over broken bones.
SHE does not mourn the past
or weep because SHE is alone.
SHE does not hoard HER heart
to make HER discomfort last;
nor does SHE fan
the winds of bitterness.
SHE simply, Majestically IS.
I am a priestess of the Goddess
and I am one of the best. I aspire to be like HER.
Learning by example, unconditional love, through soul-tests.
Embracing my everlastingly amber expression;
this resinous facade that cradles the truth
for multitudes of women for millions of years.
Solidified molten release captures iniquity,
diametrically in tune with the tide of tears.
I surrender to this place upon my quest;
I offer in payment: all my fears
liquified and riverfied at the Goddesses' behest.
I know and I flow with who I am,
I know what I do, and I know what to do.
I get it, I permit it, and I know what is due.
I entwine my heart,
my fingers and feet about it
and sleep like an infant in woven comfort.
I have delivered myself at the doorstep
of the Goddess and I know why I am here.
I am here to be your sanctuary.
I am Her reflection,
She is my vehicle to your perfection.
I am collectible rubbish
and am treasured beyond measure.
I am the crystallized jargonaut
of Her inner space and
She is the smile illuminating
forgiveness of my innocent innerness.
Synchronicity? Perhaps
this is why the river always
flows back to the Ocean.
The Goddess is forever calling,
eternally forestalling your damnation.
I swim in the still waters
of Her slipstream, roiling emotions of dedication.
I am Her living Dream;
my gratitude sanctifies my disgrace.
Let my silted past settle down restless
upon the Goddess' regenerating Womb in devotion,
into the source of all beginingness;
fecund and potent and seeded...
deeded with noble transformation.
Does the Goddess Isis give birth to Her Champion?
Ask Osiris about the allegiance of His Goddess.
