Positively beaming

for out of the earth, or out of the mortified property in the salniter, no gold can be made

Boehme

And so I disagree in my heart, and true to myself, from out the earth, I found myself, love and all;

Establish my universe: woman god-head, and a woman mother at the helm on a hospital bed

And before being born again, how did my life become death, if from matter springs all life

And spirit never dead yet never alive, become essence of life, but by a magicians trick?

My heart quickens at her sight, life, death, joy, and pain, and to live!

And flipped up, my desire moves to light, mortification a happy song, my 3 in one

And it’s all alright, I’ve seen the light, that woman set the universe in motion,

And in my religion, world upon world is girl upon girl, is life lived, and material, aswell

And why not? My heart says so, my heart says live and be mortified, and let go: and to the Light, it speaks its prayer all, be natural, be yourself, and all golden.