“When Women Were Birds"
“Carnal apple, Woman filled, burning moon, dark smell of seaweed, crush of mud and light, what secret knowledge is clasped between your pillars? What primal night does Man touch with his senses? Ay, Love is a journey through waters and stars, through suffocating air, sharp tempests of grain: Love is a war of lightning, and two bodies ruined by a single sweetness. Kiss by kiss I cover your tiny infinity, your margins, your rivers, your diminutive villages, and a genital fire, transformed by delight, slips through the narrow channels of blood to precipitate a nocturnal carnation, to be, and be nothing but light in the dark.” ― Pablo Neruda
Essence of moonlight, femininity and sensual fire. This is she who mesmerizes and dances her siren song for the moon to spill her secrets. In the crepuscular hours of twilight, her luminous movement falls upon the earth as a numinous veil in the form of moonlight. She is the feminine element in alchemy, where during incubation, she serves as one of the two principles within the materia prima. In this incarnations, she awaits, but has not yet been united in the fire of love. Let the love of the full moon complete the work of your vessel.