My Tripura Sundari?
My Tresante Trinosophia?
Are you my rainbow that I take from the sky and slay my enemies?
As the seeker seeks the truth, and the serpent the tree I cannot repent of thee.
It IS YOU! YOU JEZEBEL! YOU WHORE OF BABYLON!
I hate to love you,
I love to hate you,
let me hate for you my love.
I’d kill to love you,
but I’d love to kill you.
My Queen of Sheba we had an agreement, you would take nothing from the castle before your morning departure and I would not know you as the ice cold water knows the perspiring vase on a hot summer night. You have not kept your end of the bargain and I am exempt from mine.
You are Salome, I John the Baptist. You do your strip-tease. All seven veils, all illusions gone, no more lies, I lose my head, but I glimpse the naked truth, I become one with all, married to the universe, the alchemical marriage.