My gods are ancient and immense.
Like me, they emanate from the ecstatic explosion that ensued when the original darkness looked on darknesself’s reflection and fell in love and in lust with darkness’ own reflection.
Like me, they contain multitudes.
They are irreducible, and they teach me to own and to stand in the fullness of who I am.
Each morning, I pray that they help me keep pure the intentions of my heart.
They tell me “the only thing that is impure is your concept of impurity.”
And so I take a cup of water in my hands and begin the work of releasing and transmuting all the fear and hate and guilt and shame that cause me to reject any part of their beauty, my beauty, and the beauty of the world we weave together, along with the myriad embodied and disembodied beings who join us in the perpetual orgasm of creation.
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