There is a passion in me,
That is burning,
She comes in waves, rising up in me,
Washing over me
And I am left open-mouthed,
She feels powerful –
So powerful that I don’t know
If this one fragile human body
Can hold all that she is.
She commands devotion, complete surrender,
And I, in my innocence, ask myself
How much I can let her out?
Where are the boundaries
Of where I let her wander?
But the passion knows no boundaries.
She wants me to open,
To open and burn.
Burn, burn into nothing
Until I am one with God,
Formless and universal
United with the Mystery.
To open and burn in her will,
Her raging, terrible, bewitching desire
That no one can stand against.
She is all I love, and all I fear within me.
I hear her commanding me, louder each day;
Open and burn, Open and burn,
And I, entranced, bewitched by her power
Nod, mesmerized, –
Yes, Open and burn, Open and burn.
But there is terror behind my starry gaze,
Knowing as I know, her wild ways,
Unspeakable, uncompromising, unrestrained.
Mighty in their mystery,
Ferocious and unpitying,
Demanding me to Open, Open
Into the dark, the ugly, the vile.
Secrets left buried, beneath the stories I have grown
To build myself a pretty home
To be called ‘normal’, ‘good’, and ‘pretty’,
When I am wild, and raw, and gritty.
But the passion knows no fear,
And in the center of my being
She storms and howls
For me to Open and burn,
Open and burn.