Babalon Woman

Babalon Woman

Lady of the Clan   Sharer of Energy and Space

Babalon Daughter, Liberating force

Body party, Fresh Cake of Delight

Heat, moisture, and breath perched at Gates of Change

Blaster of habits, Keeper of the New

Soft, jeweled majesty of youthful vigor beauty

Attention and Awe adorn thee

Whore Mother feeding the dream-cravings of those who long to join with Other

Enterer of realms, Crosser of thresholds

Sampler of god-forms, Gatherer of the fruits of initiation

None may come or go lest they pass through your gate

From you we Arrive and To you we Return

But this is Maya, the wife of Infinity

For the Great Wisdom Mother is all pervasive

Pure Lotus Mother ungraspable and unfathomable

We are the New Woman Paradigm, blasting away all slave-views of the broken past

Beware of the false-whores of old, swindlers, and uncaring ego-beasts

Feigned allure and predictable deception

Maid-servants of fearful monstrous greed-kings

Promiscuity complexes and promise cure of release

Variety and Diversity crave ye patrons of love taverns

Strange addictions catch us in their gory hooks

To me To me Intimacy, a fitting fit for stick and slit

Mind to Mind makes Body to Body small

But when all appearance becomes the beloved there is no thirst

We sculpt her icons in the imaginary stones of mindstuff

As we ride the roads to the deafening crescendo

We offer mantras, sense delights, and bliss-waters

Babalon Grandmother of Great Age, Wed the wise land ye shaman-chieftains

She lets fall her apron strings and is raped by soothing Sun Beasts as rocks grow

Cure us of our suicidal ways Old Woman of the Mist

Ornery and Mad Cackling Witch Aunt of the Clan

With sagging skin and breasts she laughs yet with life’s allures

Casting lots of gene-psyche she Norns familial futures

Swathed in your Scent of Allure, Your Egregore

‘Tis your Form, Your Hype, As Archetype

Mother of Peace, Emblem of War

Surveyor of the Unknown, Swallower of Womb-Abyss

Your Mysteries confound we fools who shake sticks

We ploughers of vulvas strive to win the focus of your gaze, the power of your attention

Lady of Laughter, of Luck, of Yelping Fire, of Fuck

Fearless Maiden of Lions, Doctoress of Hearts and Loins

She is a Taker and She is a Sender, transcending even Biology and Gender

Aspire her to Equalizer, as True Love knows no boundary of preference

What shall we offer her? How shall we bring her force to the fore?

How shall we Beasts carry her aloft as a Savioress?

Heal us of Our Wounds, Salve our Sores of Desire

Bring us Dreams of Knowledge of How to Die

Save us from the Illusion of Pure and Impure

For Godless God is a Whore

And that is no fallen word here

Goddess of Love and the Wish for Other’s Happiness

Born of the Foaming Wine she scorns blood and sorrow

Her smile blesses blissful union but her frown cuts enemies as a sharp sword

With poison she came and with a fortunate smile

Her beauty and power sickens men of old ways

Her reservoir is the vast vista of boundlessness

Birth gate, cum gate, prana gates, death gate, and all inevitable motion to and fro

As she slumbers her mouth blocks the road to heaven

May she awaken and soar through the crowns of yogin-kings

I merely pretend to understand

Heruka-Dakini merges with space