YES. THIS. -E-
(As channeled by dear friend Thenea.) This whole poem: Yes, and yes, and yes.
I am Freya
I am War. I am Love.
To me, all is beauty: I behold the terrible majesty of all creation.
I am all beauty: The majesty of the world returns my adoration
I stand before you without judgment.
Holy is the blood of death – beautiful in its completeness
Holy is the blood of birth – beautiful in its potential
Mine is the dance of battle, danced to the beat of harsh-clanging metal
Mine is the dance of sex, danced out rhythmic and sweet, to a song voiced by lovers.
This is who I am.
I am all love, and love all.
Doubt not that I love you, also
The meager of heart have naught but hollow threats to defend their place
The frightened and childish shall storm up and take their baubles home when challenged.
But I am no frail…
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