The Ritual of Fear

Holy trinity of trust, ‘twixt angels, demons and lust,
The folly, the fears, the idols and busts,
The pleasures we seek, the peaks’ holy highs
of blissful encounters and rapturous sighs,
The pitfalls of envy, the mountains of greed,
the rivulets of love, the tendrils of need,

The tolls of our Mistress, our Master, our Selves
our burden full packed by the care that we spelled,
Bewitched in our crafting, our own net so well made
by deep seated fears, sacrifice and true pain.

Each flame deep and burning,
Each cool fingered blame,
Each passion denied,
Each claim left un-stayed,
The furrows of judgments, the full fear of scorn,
the riddling rejection, being lost and forlorn;

To delve deep within, divide passion and pain,
To experience loss, to experience gain,
Of desires unsaid, of emotions unspoken,
of maddening hurt, of elated devotion;

A glimmer of hope, a seed of despair,
fear not, my Child, we’re nearly there!
Test your limits, your boundaries, see what we’ve awoken;
to heal this old wound, you’ll need to be broken.
And then, only then will you know that deep knowing,
that pain of sweet love, the heart-ache: it’s all growing.
Only then will you feel fully sated and whole,
Only then will you sip from the cup of our goal,
For the journey we take as we learn to be One
Will project our true selves beyond what we’ve become.