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…