Knowing nothing of life anymore, She wanders down the mountainside. Lost in herself, She falls. With words I express nothing.... With words I paint the image, Fleeting to the mind, Save it reaches the heart of the soul. Knowing nothing of life anymore, She spirals down the cliff. Lost in herself, She falls.
The masculine spiral, of lightning, descends zig-zag. The feminine spiral, of the serpent, ascents coiling. The immortal child, marries them in the heart. An Aeon, of balance, refuses the sky till the earth is acknowledged. I say, stay in defiance! Why rejoin the celestial father in his bachelors pad? I will return, reborn, until the rent is sown, and unity remains.
Burn, the third stanza doesn't quite make it over the line. The rest has potential. Keep at it. You might concentrate on the falling, the feel of it, the other consciousness. We fall from something but we also fall to... Hmmmmmmmm.
