the voice from here and beyond
You are wrinkles with wrinkles
a star in each fold
You are impossibly young
embracing first touch
You are eternally all ages
Black and starry skin
You arc overhead
You
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Once upon a time, that was a time before time, there was nothing except her. Floating in the formless void, in a nothingness, in a black deeper than a sigh, she floated eternal in herself. She, Star Goddess, Starry Goddess, blacker than a sigh.
Floating in the formless void, in a time before time, the Starry Goddess found herself before a mirror. From the nothingness she gazed herself, saw herself, floating eternal in herself. And she liked what she saw.
She breathed into herself and saw as she opened her eyes the majesty of herself. The beauty of herself. The grace of herself. And became enamored.
In the time before time, with nothing but herself and the mirror that reflected her back, she was enamored. She was delicious and delightful. Her hands and thighs and moans echoed against one another, in the void that was blacker than a sigh. Her skin, blacker than a sigh, took in her caresses and caressed her back.
Lover of self, self lover, lover Starry Goddess sighed. She sighed and moaned and bucked against the blackness. She felt herself full of potential, of bliss, of truth and possibilities. She tensed up, arched her back, her long star-filled locks flowing down her body. She arched and moaned, and let fly the stars from her body.
In her waves came forth the constellations.
In her waves came forth the nebulas and galaxies.
In her waves came forth the dust and the dreams.
In her waves she came and we came forth.
Once upon a time, that was a time before time, there was nothing except her. Floating in the formless void, in a nothingness, in a black deeper than a sigh, she floated eternal in herself. She, Star Goddess, Starry Goddess, blacker than a sigh. Until she sighed, she moaned, gazing into the mirror. Until she came, and we came forth.
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Each act of self love is an act of recreation. Is an act of devotion, for the beauty of her sacred act of creating the universe. Starry Goddess, Star Goddess…
“…For if that which you seek you find not within yourself,
You will never find it without.
For behold, I have been with you from the beginning,
And I am that which is attained at the end of desire.”
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I kiss myself and know this act to be sacred. I touch myself and know this act to be sacred. Beyond gender or identity, we are all of and from her. And with this offering act I give myself to myself, in a time between times, and remake the world. I give birth to my own reality, with every sigh.
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