In Paradiso

When the body awakens to its ecstasy,
has the child died,
or merely bloomed ecstatic?
What a gift ecstasy is!
What a pure bubbling;
what a silky sinking;
what tenderness beyond belief:
the little silver fish flapping,
the rose bud softly swelling open,
the wet dark drinking,
the spurting milk of life.
Look! I am alive
and innocent in my body and brain.
Alaha looks on me and laughs
as He laughed in days of old
before religion descended into its dark.
Ruah, the sublime feminine spirit,
floods through my flesh, like a moist cloud
on a hot day.
I am open, and innocent
and the child in me spins free,
naked in the naked miracle
of existence.