Queen of the May
Clear Swirling Water Stretches and Curves o’er the Fresh Green o’ the Land
Beauty and Fierce Awareness Seduce the Mind of We Fiery Sun Gods
Oh let us be in Phase
Let us Rise Together
Let us Fly Entwined
Flowers and Laughter and Wind emanating from the Center of the Body, the Universe
Sweet damp ground caresses the manifold seeds enticing them to open and transform
She’s Dirty and Sweet Oh Yeah
Her beauty is but a fleeting Moment but yet one to Savor and Enjoy
A happy tear and a soft smile adorn us – her cosmic lovers
The Scent of her Body keeps our mind from wandering away from this Bliss, this Rest
Aaaahhh
Her eyes sparkle like diamonds reflecting myriad rainbow worlds
Behind them veils open to strange lands
Her lips are a soft bed of gentle sweetness and perfect relaxation
The curve of her soft smooth cheeks is an ecstatic road
Her breasts are like a fresh new land of snuggle and giggle
The curve of her hips enthralls all under the Sun
The warmth of her body stills all restless beastness to impenetrable calm
To be caressed by her moist heat is to know the Joy of Fire
Her Mystery is beyond the fantasies of humans and their religions
Her endless dance rarely manifests on the outer
But she is Present, birthing Buddhas and Beasts
There in the Serene Forests and Fields of the Mind she dwells
And also in the Stillness of Dark Nights and in the glow of Moon and Stars
Her tears coat the land the Silvery Dew of Morning and Evening
She rides on the Mists of May penetrating all manner of matter
Love and Death, or Selflessness and Change is her endless display –
glimpses that approximate Truth, for that is all that can be and do
Ah Let us rest for now in her soft bosom and sway easily to the rhythm of her heartbeat
May she ever be our Bride
May we, her entourage, Ride along on her Wheel of Wisdom
But Alas it was merely a Wonderful Dream of New Love
A potent elixir this love-illusion
Alas let the Practicality of Service eclipse the Dangerous Madness of Romance
A Motherly Wink to Y’all
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