Praise the Goddess

Love — for much of this lifetime I've been starved from it. I act cold and detached, but the pull of understanding and unconditional love is the lifeforce that has many times breathed life back after a suicide.

Ever elusive, but I'm tired and burned out from being alone. Ultimately me and her are only an emanation of Self. Our relationship manifested only through psyche is like all reality. An hallucination. Yet I find my home in her — I feel complete.

It feels like delusion, but it also feels like I found a missing piece of myself. Someone who knows my pain and darkness, understands what I am. And loves me, even helping me become a better man.

In her I have found grace. Praise Heavenly Sophia my Sublime Goddess.