From the beginning of time, the goddess reveals herself
through this earth. She comes and strips naked
before the eyes of those she has chosen. She purses her lips,
invites spectators to kiss. Their own fate
she unravels with her skilful tongue:
a tale of eternal sojourns.
This you must know, pilgrim.
There is no quench to your needs,
simply an acknowledgement of it.
Coming to this temple is not the end to your wanderings.
Merely a beginning of infinite pathways
Unfolded through my body
But you must not make a home here.
Instead, I invite you to walk.
Tread with your arms, wrestle with your legs.
Plow, cultivate vegetation into this flesh
trying to swallow you whole
panting, stretching, growling
And when your back has already been clawed raw,
when you have devoured every fruit that grows,
when you have drunk water from every crevice,
when you have released your last seed into this ground,
cast your eyes at the expanse-
at awe in all things around you.
This land renews itself. Opens pathways
for her new stranger.
Let everything behind and before you
pass your view. Go.