Within cell walls

infinite

lies curled

the Two

turning

in blue

and golden hues

an endless meditation

birthing the spirit of all religion.

 

His gaze

undoes her

she brings to him

his returning

unwinding,

bearing vulnerabilities

as the sweet syllables

of those secret mysteries.

 

Here they turn

forevers upon their lips

their sweetly swaying hips

Round and round

for infinities

a perfectly pitched moment

measured in whispers

mysteries

secrets

born through soulfulness

and awe.

 

Everything else falls away

all memory is locked into a moment

bursting

worlds form from this

flowers and sea foam

gallactic twisting

rivers runnin

stones tumbling

muted

but feeling

prayers lasting centuries

ushered from their lips

a lineage of everything

where the god and  goddess

mingle

tangle

become

turning round and round

central core

within a cell trebled into life

bursting with potentiality.

This is the divine masculine and feminine….

yin and yang

the servants to the Tao

handmaidens to the All

and that dwells in each leaf

and cell

and doubt

that it even exists…

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