You have asked me
Why is your path like that?
Flesh, tears, smiles, sweat
Our everyday lives
It is the path
It is not beyond
It is exposed in everything
Sex is sacred
And so is food
And the outgoing products of our body
What is not sacred?
What is not deity?
Earth is the soft skin of the Goddess
So the dust in your shoes is holy ground.
Waves are her voice
Thunder is her pure stormy energy
So it is a sensual path
As our senses are the blooming of the root of wisdom
As the food of love permeates everything
Space and all elements
In this net we are one in the Goddess.
Compassion is enacted by the Victorious ones to bring us this awareness