pain and pleasure, cruel lord and kind. one hand caresses, the other pricks
through to the crying quick, penetrates flesh, strikes into the spirit within,
with a sword, with a silver thorn! oh experience itself is a deep, sharp thorn,
the root piercing the seed, the god’s phallus in the love-womb of all mother-matter.
i am drop by drop of elixir. i drink my long journey down. i am spawned
i wriggle in the muscling flow, i flicker in the flash and shine,
i am the flash and shine, the muscling flow, i am my journey. of wisdom
i am made, wisdom i am. i must swim my every river with love.