the Goddess meme

The morning wraps itself around you
with the terror of your skin,
your hands forgetting the way they
felt when you touched her in your dream,
you are humble in your agony and deeply
surrendered, for you have touched her
in your walking-away life, walking away like
the sky in nightfall.

You are an uncharted fever, delirious with desire
and the tortured soul of every myth. You are a
congregation of need and emptiness. You are
the paradox of the enlightened.
You are the fire of uncontained love, burning away
what is left of you.
Do not look behind.

Do not look ahead, there is nothing to see as she
receives you into Herself.