oh ,/jesus christ,/ father son and spirit i believe in the way you lick and l o v e this veil-drenched world your suffering is a scented oil who strokes god’s tongue with its heavenly odor your loins .
A haunting, beautiful meditation that stretches past conventional (and safe) boundaries of the human-God relationship. So fitting you released it on the Feast of Teresa of Ávila, who never hesitated to describe her mystical experiences in erotic language!
A haunting, beautiful meditation that stretches past conventional (and safe) boundaries of the human-God relationship. So fitting you released it on the Feast of Teresa of Ávila, who never hesitated to describe her mystical experiences in erotic language!
Eros is the One Reality.
We search, like deer, for those waters that already pulse through our veins as sacred fires that forever both cool and enflame our panting tongues.
In fear, we trade our rushes for deserts, and throw choking sands of avoidant passivity down the throats of those who know how to burn.
even so.
Lord Jesus.