33. PERFECT CREATION

Womb of stars

Your nucleur fire

Deserves adoration

The heat of your passion

Impells our searching hearts

To discover truth

Oh perfect creation

Of divine wisdom

So discredited, so dishonored

By broken minds

Since the Kurgan horsemen

Split the world assunder

And spread their unholy spawn

To create every senseless thing

We see today...

Reparation seems impossible

Short of apocalypse

Can anything actually heal a poisoned world?

I feel truly sorry

For anyone

Who does not read

THE CIVILIZATION OF THE GODDESS

By Marija Gimbutas...

To live without

At least understanding

What has happened

To the people of the earth

Is blindness.

Womb of stars

Crucible of passions

Melt us, mold us

Hold us, keep us

Muse us, use us

Love us deepest