Southern psychedelic grower and shaman, low frequency musician, close up magician and warlock of her mystic majesty, the hip death goddess, known as The Moon.
Moments before we devour the food of Gods I grew myself, and ascend to the ether; I was humbled to be the leader and shaman in my beloved friends first ascension, I wrote a chant days before the trip, so the mighty Gods guide us in this journey of unknown, and boy, they did.
I shall kiss your bright silver lips
Sail to you upon purple ships
My goddess who rules upon skies
I shall wait for your dazzling rise
For eternity seems so small
When we soar upon clouds and fall
For what is love without yearning?
What is desire without burning?
My goddess of earthly delight
My lantern that is burning bright
Hearken to my echoes of pain
Behold your servant’s tears of rain
For I feel lost without your gaze
I feel maddened without your rays
Whether you’re full or you’re hollow
Bathed in light or drowned in sorrow
I shall worship your graceful scars
I shall stroll with you through the stars
I shall be there when your light gleams
And take your lovely hand that beams
With every breath, every swing of the pendulum, I draw closer to the cutting of my wings. A chapter so significant it defines what I am, what I will be for the rest of my life. Who am I lying to? I have never been this terrified of change before, yet change, change is inevitable.
در بین بارش بیوقفهی بارانم، در میان دیوارهای بوراندیدهی اتاقم، به هنگام آرام شمردن ثانیهها، به وقت در انتظار ماه بودن، با آن که مملو از درد و تهی از امیدم، با آن که تمام هستی باری دگر ناامید، رهایم کرده، تنها به تو، به بوم رنگارنگ نقاشیات و اندیشهی شیرین آغوشت فکر میکنم.
Sometimes, some desperate times, I dream of you. I dream of your golden curls of hair, luscious as Gaia, dazzling as Helios, perilous as Poseidon’s maelstroms. I dream of your dark brown suns, illuminating my deep blue sky like a lighthouse in the middle of my ocean of memories.