She stands before you naked
You can see it, you can taste it,
And she comes to you light as the breeze.
Now you can drink it or you can nurse it,
It don't matter how you worship
As long as you're
Down on your knees.
So I knelt there at the delta,
At the alpha and the omega,
At the cradle of the river and the seas.
And like a blessing come from heaven
For something like a second
I was healed and my heart
Was at ease.
In the sweaty, passionate, filthy embrace,
in all of its delicious and time-dissolving power,
in the midst of that embrace there is no difference,
no separation between the spiritual and the profane.
But it’s reached through the profane
rather than through the spiritual,
at least in my canon.
That is the portal,
that is the door into the whole affair.
In that moment there is no separation,
there is no spirit and flesh,
there’s no conflict,
there never was.