Where is Her voice? Where is Her VOICE?
She that lies within is named Death.
She that lies in the depths of the hollow cave that is my body - She is the stench of the great unknown and the dark chasm of no return.
She wrecks havoc on your pretty little life. On your pretty neat little boxes you call homes, and and cities and countries.
You can hear Her hackle in the shadows of the day, waiting to prance at known and unknown times...whether they are convenient times for y'all or not.
When She makes Her self known - nothing is left unscathed, untouched. Nothing is left intact.
Her FORCE is the FORCE.
Her method is destruction.
Her ways are beyond our understanding.
She does not discriminate.
Rich, poor. Tall, short. Fat, skinny. Wise, young. Male, Female. Fit, unfit.
When She comes knocking they are all the same: mighty fine tasty morsels to feed Her insatiable appetite.
She takes them however they will go. Most this day and age kick and scream. Some acquiesce. Most never see Her coming.
She has no respect for time. She spits upon your idea of time. Her timing is all she gives a rats ass about.
You humans. You think you can control Her. You think you can outwit Her. You think you can outsmart Her and make the most ancient of ancient secrets obsolete.
Everything...every single thing is impermanent. EVERYTHING.
Do not let your walled cities, scrapers reaching to the sky, your billions of miles of asphalted streets fool you: She WILL have Her way with each and every one of you.
Your god has not defeated Her. He never will. He never tried. He went to meet his Death, Her...and you know what She did?
She led Him into the most Holy of Holies, inside the Temple of the Mother Womb Herself where they partook...in the ecstasy of "la petit mort"...the little death...drinking each other in, consuming the other until there was nothing left in that pregnant void. They met as equals in that space that is beyond space and time in the great Sea of the Other World. Only there could She bestow upon him the Knowledge, the Power of Herself, of Death.
She showed Him what He must become in order to be called the King of Heaven & Earth. Earth where Death, where She rules.
Nothing escapes Her reach. Nothing.
Try to understand Her and you will fail.
Try to capture Her and you will be captured.
Try to outrun Her and She will appear before your next step.
Try to resist Her and She will close in on you like the walls of a trash compactor.
And She Laughs. She laughs at all your petty attempts to do away with Her. And She Laughs with the the Knowing of a Grandmother who has been wrinkled by the age of Wisdom...as if She holds a vital secret deep within that large belly and droopy breasts that are Her cave.
For She understands the Natural Laws of the Cosmos and that Her place is Secure for All of Time.
And For All of Time Beyond Time.
For if Life was Only more Life...how could there be room for more Life without Her?
For without Her Power to bring so much Ecstasy that it "Kills" - how would there be room for anything more...for any more life?
Do you see Her? Do you see Her Darkness? Her Purpose...In this Light?
If so, why do you Fear Her So instead of Revering Her So?
