I am a caravan of dreams she said

Come take me to my rose filled bed

Sleep is a rose the Persians say

Of endless perfumed nights arrayed

Of stars upon my belly laid

That I now lay before you

A golden ocean, Kala’d bright

Above my rainbows of pure light

Come drown in me your love’s delight

Of passion’s perfect reason.

True love’s body never lies

Except in dream’s mortality

Of ego’s false illusion

The holy whore of Babylon

Devoid of all confusion

Surrender all unto the snake

Mind and body’s fusion

I am the gateway fifty-one

Where fire and ocean become one

A pure inverted golden star

My core in meltdown takes you far

Beyond light’s rim of reason

For I am sun, moon, stars and night

For which there is no season

For he who comes in me as whole

Becomes pure light’s cohesion.

Love is the law - love under will

For only when the body thrills

To every atom’s pure delight

Will all things true become my sight

In pure anoetic being

For what is not here is not there

From love there is no feeling.

I am pure ecstasy of time

My body beauty spotless mind

In me all darkness turns to light

In me all stars forever bright

Flame at the core in melt down love

Annihilation perfect.

When flesh on flesh sets soul on fire

The mind becomes a funeral pyre

As ego burns dissolved in light

All form becomes the perfect bright

Expression of my heart’s pure love

Eternal one all giving

For I am woman, dream of dreams

Love’s womb of all that’s living

For what is woman but a dream

A golden river, cream of creams

An ocean of eternal light

That once within turns all things bright

Where all may come in pure delight

Reflected in love’s pure blue sky

That knows no limitations.

For all who know, have always known

There is no learning, no unknown

For all is perfect here and now

For those who hold no sacred cow

To wisdom’s deep unknowing

Mother, sister, whore or lover

From my look there is no cover

For I alone am that which brings

All birth unto creation.

Even all my darkest dreams

Appear as stars in light born seams.

That weave a web of future’s loves

That seek all hearts’ fulfilment

For what is love if not a web

Of pure desire, a cosmic bed

On which all bodies seek to burn

Flames passion to extinction

For in love’s meltdown all attain

The self’s pure self distinction.

In love I take in your last breath

I take your life, I take your death

I take your flesh and make it fresh

And turn it to pure heaven

In my bright womb no form may die

I take in all of life’s deep sighs

In my bright womb no form may die

For I am purest heaven

My love is nothing but a play

Pure consciousness that perfect day

That only comes when you may say

There are no riches greater than

The love and heart of woman.

For what is woman but a dream

Of timeless stars forever seen

Eternal ocean cream of creams

Creator of all heavens.