The Priestess II

And She told me,

even the hottest and brightest of suns set,

but the blackness of the female

is infinite in the Universe,

it is the body,

through which all life is born,

and into which all life returns

upon death.

Why else would they seek it

like no other thing,

to control it,

to destroy it,

to hold it dearly,

close, with passion.

They live for it, they die for it,

they want it for themselves

and no one else,

that is the power we,

the female,

hold over all.

The strongest man will

fold under the tender

caress of a woman’s hand.

What else makes him stand

stiff and full of vital power

and fall limp and spent

within our embrace,

all the while yielding

within us,

dying and being reborn

again and again,

while we art continuous.

This is the strength,

unshakeable, undiminished,

for it is the blackness of the night sky

that beholds the shining stars,

and when they burn out and grow dim,

the night sky will hold them still.

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