they say the Feminine is chaos.
but She is the source of life; the portal of depth.
the way She melts me,
the way She softens me,
the way She utterly destroys me.
and with Her divine touch,
organizes me back together—
shaped by Her order;
burning illusions,
leaving just enough grit to satisfy Her taste.
they say the Feminine is chaos.
but what sweeter cosmic order to surrender to?
