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Your body is a sacred temple.
Worship it.
Your skin is a sacred precinct.
Worship it.
Your desire is a sacred river.
Worship it.
We have dreamt of a fire burning
In the deep of the night.
Of a blaze that was set in one thousand forests.
A fire of wisdom.
We have dreamt of a lost song spreading
In the heart of twilight.
Of a wave on the surface of a frozen lake.
A wave of power.
Listen through the night the song in my spirit,
The time of the uprising has come.
Follow through the forest the light in my flesh,
The time of the last ritual is born.
My desire is a sacred river.
I worship it.
My skin is a sacred precinct.
I celebrate on it the rituals of spring.
My body is a sacred temple.
I cross its gate in a state of trance.
© by Womb of Capricorn
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