The Call (to Presence)
My body is a temple
My garden is your playground
My mountains offer solace, sweet -
And in my heart is where you will meet God-ness.
Your lips, Beloved, are a poem I have yet to write,
I am your holy ecstasy.
Drink me in, with your gaze, lovingly,
your mind, your heart, your soul intertwined -
the Holy Trinity of self-mastery combined.
My body is a temple
Calling you to worship
Offer what you can give at the rose-petaled altar,
And lay down what you cannot.
Empty into the vast, eternal space of the Unknowing
The sacred 'in-between' of in-breath and out-breath,
Embodied Presence.
My body is the Temple
You've waited aeons for to pray to
Your craving is insatiable
Your appetite longing for this homecoming.
Drop all illusion of existence and melt into Be-ingness.
Your body is a temple
Your garden is a playground
Your mountains offer armistice
Beyond valleys round and salient hills.
Empty, empty, empty,
For your body is the Temple
The open space for allowing, all
My desire is penetrative
My lust in love is an electrifiying charge.
She is calling you to worship -
My body is a temple
My garden is your playground
My mountains offer solace, sweet -
And in my heart is where you will meet God-ness.
Your lips, Beloved, are a poem I have yet to write,
I am your holy ecstasy.
Drink me in, with your gaze, lovingly,
your mind, your heart, your soul intertwined -
the Holy Trinity of self-mastery combined.
My body is a temple
Calling you to worship
Offer what you can give at the rose-petaled altar,
And lay down what you cannot.
Empty into the vast, eternal space of the Unknowing
The sacred 'in-between' of in-breath and out-breath,
Embodied Presence.
My body is the Temple
You've waited aeons for to pray to
Your craving is insatiable
Your appetite longing for this homecoming.
Drop all illusion of existence and melt into Be-ingness.
Your body is a temple
Your garden is a playground
Your mountains offer armistice
Beyond valleys round and salient hills.
Empty, empty, empty,
For your body is the Temple
The open space for allowing, all
My desire is penetrative
My lust in love is an electrifiying charge.
She is calling you to worship -
Drop all illusion of existence and melt into the Nothing,
The no-thing,
Embodied Presence,
The eternal 'OM'.
(To hear the author recite this poem, click here)
 |
| Photograph curtesy of Sophia Sundari |
Maxime Caroline Lichtenberg is a wordsmith, creatrix and alchemist. As the alchemist, she identifies as everything - or everyone - a manifestation of energy as simple as being a “Spirit.” She has been gifted the title of “The Bridge” by the more subtle realms, and is living her life in a way which allows her to connect the spiritual to the society we currently live in order to bridge understanding, and even trigger ancient or cosmic remembrance. She would like to see people become aware of their sacred responsibility as Earth guardians and connect back to themselves, each other, and even a higher power through the practice of conscious acts of love and devotion. Through writing, she hopes to elevate the messages and the cries of our (collective) subconscious and bring them to the surface. Only then is it possible to activate a process of healing and the purging of the dark and often painful, to return us to Oneness as divine agents of light. You may connect with Maxi via her website here.
*For submission guidelines, click here.*
Comments
Post a Comment