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My Religion

She is my Religion.
my Goddess.
my Idol.
and I the priest entering the Temple.
With each step- a resonating echo
of Her divine name.
Every step taken in the highest devotion.

I reach the altar.

Leading the sacred communion-
the smudge stick lit,
the incense burning,
I breath in the smoke;
Her perfumed Perfection.

The chants commence;
so dissolves the worldly.
Restraint descends
and I worship.
my mantra-
Her Beauty.
Ecstasy.
Eternal.





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