Many doors unlocked, out of the shallow paths of a revene leading to the crossroads of truth.
A soldier of sorts with a soul androgynous for that’s not the carnal side of my nature’s couth.
Precise answers only if the questions are asked precisely, as little speaking and open listening can the truth be heard.
My temple has been damaged from the years of the storms I’ve passed through in my journey; yet…my healings transferred.
Blessings as my Goddess has been found, and her name is Akasha.
The Universe goes one way, as we and the carnal deities before go another, such sweet parnassia.