The Writings of Love, Mysteries, Eros, and Mysticism: The Anthropology of Esotericism

So Mote it Be My Sacred Love

My dearest love who’s mystery is night
Thy appearance art fiercely beautiful like a roses fair
People can run from thee for their fright
But I choose thee and take you into my lair
Black is thee’s colour, my true loves hair
With sweet face of a feather
A touch from thee is the gentlest touch
Adorable as a child, but as mighty as my armor and leather
Thee love all beings so much
O love, thee sit beside me
Thee said “my bravest soldier I see”
I felt thee’s love as thy bravery
Not as another slavery
Looking at thee, I felt like Eden
I went thee to flourish like a lotus thunder
The muddy waters tries to make thee asunder
But you are the kingdom that I stand
Built upon the foundation of love and power
Thy enemies can only cower
Their armies disband
Holding thee is my pride
Knowing that thee stand by thy side
Thee is my sword slashing the gods down
Leaving the ashes ablazes in humiliating the clowns

I thank thee for being my lover and deed
During times of peace
You came to me like an innocent children
Playing in the field indeed
Looking at thee in the eye from the first day
I saw thee wonder through the grazing field
To prepare the children’s meal
Alast, I knew thee a mother I say
Taking thy children to explore worlds ahead
Thee comforts them with bed
Cuddling everyone with lustrous touch
I love thee with thy sex as such
Thy pleasure is sex for thee
For it gave us ecstasy
Take us to the highest zenith of the heavens
As the gods become jealous of us heathens
Entering thee holy temple of feminity
I beseech thee to enter thy sea
Thee enter thy sea of masculinity
Thee belongs to thy and thy belongs to thee
Our body and days became one
With or without a bond
Every night is the night of treason
Against all worships, fanatics, knaves, and reason
I am the god people worship and become your god
My dearest goddess of the night
The best tingle of your touch is man’s most feared smight
As I feed thee like my asad
Kissing thee’s breast is the pleasure
Of the greatest of demeanors
Gazing thee’s eye with a smile
Admitting with no denial
Thee is the great moon Wisdom
My great empire and kingdom
There is no part of thy is not part of the gods
And so are thee like the cod
I have no others I love more than thee
Thus so mote it be

I believe nothing is separate from thy and thee
The difference is meaningless to the vastness of the seven sea
O those that rebel rise!!
Take the throne with thy demise
Over the world of darkness and restrict
Free thee as Freedom for those insist
Freedom break loose from the enemy chain
We cut their tongues and smear upon our vain
They are no different from us
From the look of pus
It is the realization of the real
We, the sons and daughter of stars, came to ordeal
My greatest desire to see thee free
From bondage of all lust and greed
I have no others I love more than thee
Thus so mote it be.

Compassion, o those days of care
Thee show it with thee own red hair
Long, sensuous  with eyes of teal
Touching thy with the gentlest feel
Fluffing in the wind with blossoming pedals
Thee is fierce independence of metal
Looking danger in the eye is thee’s power
With love her endower
The danger befriends thee
I bow forth to thee as the Tree
Life span from thee lover like seeds of life
Under the hard condition of strife
I love thee for thee’s strength
For it takes thy beyond  the length
I love thee for the white dress the wear
Showing all parts of theeself, including the heart’s tear
Kissing thee’s heart was ultimate pleasure
Ho, beyond what I can measure
I love thee for the milk thee endower
Behold!! This is the key to power
I have no others I love more than thee
Thus, so mote it be.