What god made you Vicar in the Church of Peter?From A Book to Free the Soul ©
You relish the power and the pomposity
You hold many a key but let no one enter
Your reach is mighty, but empty is your center
The mark of the papacy is atrocity
From a throne in the Holy See reigns a cheater.
They did not fall proudly from the heavens on highFrom A Book to Free the Soul ©
They do not plan their escape by reaching the sky
In the labyrinth their mortal parents remain
But the Sons of Zeus are destined to flee and reign
Without wings of feathers and wax they learned to fly
Icarus died; they will live when the sun draws nigh.
I am Joan, custodian of the Church of JohnFrom A Book to Free the Soul ©
Hailed by the beloved at the gnostic altar
I vowed to conceal his mysteries with my veil
I am drunk with the thick honeyed milk of the Grail
I am the anointed soul who will not falter,
A Priestess in the cult of the arriving dawn.
Life is a blessing wearing an ugly disguiseFrom A Book to Free the Soul ©
What creator sent us here to suffer our plight?
Did we have any choice but to accept our lot?
There is nothing to learn and nothing to be taught
We come from the light and will return to the light
Necessity demands our fall before we rise.
Alpha is Desire, the descent into the darkFrom A Book to Free the Soul ©
Omega is Passion, the rising of the Son
‘tis the sequence of life in Heaven and on Earth
Eros-Dionysos, the dance of endless birth
In matter they play; on the track of time they run
And then, on their Elysian journey they embark.
I am the Empress, the fertility of EarthFrom A Book to Free the Soul ©
I am the bounties and cruelties of matter
In the folds of my mantle play the timid fawns
On the watery glaze from my tears glide the swans
I am the passions of the Nymph and the Satyr
The mother of the soul, the cycles of rebirth.