We became expression, music, passion, joy...the unfolding form of life

itself, never-ending, and within that wave we danced and sang with the Gods.

Passion became will became voice, welling up from the ocean within...

incense rising into the night sky.

Tammuz! God of the living cloud, the sky's passion.

You caress Her with fierce hands of water and wind.

You moisten Her most holy heights and deepest places.

You shout your ecstasy with searing flash.

Your back arches, pulsing, into the sky.

She lays, content, leaves rustling,

gazing at the mirror of the stars.

Ashtoreth, green lady, silver in the moonlight...

You came from Forever,

yet you are young beneath her ancient face.