Repent

What if there is no divine feminine

Just as there is no divine masculine

Darkness is impersonal:

The bracketing out of awareness

It is the meekness of a beyond-gendered Deity,

Self-silencing and restraining power

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I say this not to imply that woman and man were not divine

They were in the Maya once upon a time

Until they fell by egos that cut the cord of love

And boundless weaved out webs of Avidya,

To catch victims born from their own paranoia

Arachnid spirits with a stolen light,

Which has become a poison in their bite

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The way of return is to die to gender

...and status, and race and creed

To reliquish lust, and pride, and greed

And be free of the spiraling conflict

It's a miraculous act

Called metanoia