The Phallus & The Snake

Birth and rebirth blaze from the flames of a deep red instinct. A force is stirred in the lucid ground of existence, the luminescent silence is interrupted and a dim-lit dream yearns to be consecrated with the wand of creation. It arises in the service of its master, the phallus being called one more time, to seed a tree of life. The snake uncoils itself from the knot of sleeping desires, ready to enter the flesh and awaken the thunderbolt of the union.

The Phallus and the Snake are friends forever, their path is the pursuit of ascension. Unconscious might be their own senses and yet they surrender to the beauty of a rhythmic movement. The Phallus & the Snake are not the vehicles of fear or control. Their power has been stolen from the sacred realms under the guise of free will. Allowed it is, for the unmanifest has never lost a game.

They have the gift of a cave that turns into a nest when nurtured with devotion. She is their host, the mother of all seeds. Her roots are deeper than the Phallus and the Snake's short-lived passion. She is the soil, the water and her blood turns into food long after the pursuit is over. She nurtures the seeds of life every season, the harvest will happen she knows through her moonlit intuition.

The Phallus & the Snake in the service of their master, blindfolded they walk on the rope of time and space. Led to believe the trick is their own, the game and its rules and the mission of perpetuating the manifestation of existence. Beyond the two poles, echoes the laughter of the carefree magician, the master who never unveils.

The dim-lit dream, the wand of creation, the seed of life, the yearning to feel it all. The pulse of the Phallus, the quest of the Snake, the Dark Cave and the Blissful Fall.

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