By atma anna christ
Prostrating black goddess to your name abandoned seeing the mirror in my face
who are you to the infidel ? who are you to the faithful?
are you the same? are you what we make of you? are you a reflection just?
Tonality of unknown direction of unknown source of trial and error
misleading guiding understanding misjudging and yet unknown your secret unfathomable power
let me praise you for there is nothing but praise to the unknowable ungraspable undefinable untracable
such is your beauty and such is your love as your sword compassionate
“And who shall I say is calling?”