Black Hole

Well-springs have always been

My sacred sites

(Mystery deeper than all heights.)

I am the Source of all delights.

Gratefulness starts

where all of you begin:

inside the Feminine:

Sacred pubic triangle,

trinity of dignity

(scarlet harlot you call ‘the dregs,’

woman who begs.)

Honor the gate of life, the vaginal,

black hole of Virgin Origin.

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Mirror!

It is sacred to Me: black

obsidian, first flaked

by accident or skill,

polished by awe.

You squatted over it,

and (flash of recognition)

saw the stars!

Parting the lips

(the compass rose of sex,

star to steer by)

jewel in the lotus

glimmered,

and beyond: infinity.

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I Am Oracle.

Mystery and Authority

speak through My lips.

Hope blooms from My night soil.

Love is My face,

and "Know thyself" My counsel.

Courage mirrors My truth.

Dare to see clearly,

life-bearing womban,

and you will mirror Me.

© Tamara Rasmussen 2018