Sitting in the Heart

Sitting in the heart
of the Divine Mother
A ring of fire surrounds Her
dancing body
Blood from Her skull cup
drips down Her chin
She drinks my fear, my desire,
my ignorance
Sublime peace radiates
through Her
through me
conquering all anger and hate
With Her curved knife
She tears me open,
raw and vulnerable
exposed
All delusions of separativity dissolve
as I am lost and found
over and over
in Love

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