They Call me Agape

And the juices of the land flowed freely
Spot out
birthed
from the protection in the bosom of her lotus
My children …my children
Come lay your crowned beauty
beneath my inner majesty
And the juices of the land flowed freely

For they call her Agape
Mother to all
Blessed offspring of the Devine
Suckle to her sacrificial wine
And cleanse the cold from your waste land
Till the spirit is whole again
And the cosmos will bless you anew

And the colors of the wind spoke of chi and chakras
The waters of Tefnut,
And Meh-Urt,
Overflowed and spilled from her breasts
The progeny drank from the feast
and was enlightened
and glowed
bathing in the light of holiness
And the colors of the wind spoke of chi and chakras

For they called me Agape
Omnipotent divine mother
North star,
the moon’s lover
I cleansed the cold from your waste land
Till our spirits were one whole again
And the cosmos have blessed us anew