Womb-man

Divine is womb-man

Sacred is her blackness

Her wisdom soars beyond the clouds as pure doves transforming the dark vibrations into glistening rays of light enlightening the soul of man to uplift one’s consciousness into a fiery being of movement

Her nakedness reaches deep into the depths of the obscurity of procreation

It touches the base of orgasmic primordial energy intertwining itself into the sound of germinal matter

Her nakedness is not to be scorned or rejected like an outcast of society for her nakedness is the totality of man’s image reflecting in a mirror of illusions

Each one representing an absorption and reflection of light

To scorn her would be to deny oneself of oneself at the core of wretched self hate soaked with a muck and most putrified rotting thought of self perception

Looking upon her is to gaze into the darkness for one does not know who or what she is

Neither does one recognize the representation of her archetypal symbol in and of the univers

Womb-man is the giver of life

Lioness