The Consort

[Ulalle]

The Consort



Underneath the illusion, much, much, much
Below frustration and destruction,
There do I dwell;

Underneath the floor of the room
Of utter despair do I exist
Pulsating.

I am the primordial womb chamber
That gave all those unconscious gods of
Creation an order and space to
Exist and a duration of being by which to proceed.

I am their energizing force, their
Power of limitation and force
Of activity;

See, Look!
When awe and fascination are
At play, there, respectfully am
I admired.

Can you adore me and be
Non-attached?
Would you allow yourself the
Constant shock and confusion
Arising perpetually out of my
Rarity?

The vessel of all transformations,
I excite marvels of ordered
Chaos to come, to go
To amaze, dazzle and astonish,

The abstraction of cosmic life
And unity I exist before
Existence and being indigenous
To this life I am an old
Woman for eternity virgin

I must be obeyed, for I
Am the reverence of life
To life, the primordial awe
Of that which cannot be
Surprised.

The ultimate witness, I observe
Reflect and attest to my
Kind only.

My Kind is called Love,
The consort of intelligence.

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that is a poem I wrote many years ago and have just revised it, would love to hear comments on its coherency.

thanks,
Ulalle