Oh Devil
the heart of time
Oh Devil—
Suddenly! Transformation!
Dissolution.
Decay.
The meter of time.
At Quietus,
We come to know the value of a thing.
Tasting the distillation of essence
We kiss the feet of Truth.
A reckoning of color,
We experience the interpenetration of time and timelessness
a libidinal friction that does not terminate with death,
but is punctuated by its brilliance.
The thorn withers.
The heart breaks open,
bleeding, sweet bleeding - red rose, She rises.
I kneel and pray:
"May I be in constant service and devotion to the Heart."