I wrote this poem in 2011; audio added today 2019.

there is a door above your sacrum
where your soul resides,
you may open it now
if you choose
there is a dance that beckons,
a drum that calls your name,
you may enter this temple of becoming
if you unlace your shoes
there is a birth occurring,
you will deliver yourself and you will be fed
if you surrender to the gnawing in your bones
a sacred marriage aches for consecration,
the chambers of your heart are overripe with desire~
no other holds dominion over the fettle of your soul
here is the altar
it has been laid with rings and flowers glistened with morning dew,
union is but love you make unto yourself
you are the bride, bridegroom, in heavenly array
you are the birther, the birthed, the birth~
if you allow to know it so
there is a door below your heart where you reside,
man, woman, immaculate child, anointed sage
you may welcome them now
if you choose