[et_pb_section fb_built=”1″ _builder_version=”4.24.2″ _module_preset=”default” background_color=”rgba(255,255,255,0.7)” width=”80%” max_width=”1200px” module_alignment=”center” global_colors_info=”{}”][et_pb_row _builder_version=”4.27.0″ _module_preset=”default” background_enable_color=”off” module_alignment=”center” global_colors_info=”{}”][et_pb_column type=”4_4″ _builder_version=”4.24.0″ _module_preset=”default” global_colors_info=”{}”][et_pb_text _builder_version=”4.27.0″ _module_preset=”default” background_image=”https:\/\/societyforritualarts.com\/rw\/2024-autumn\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/09\/RW-header-3-1.png” background_size=”contain” background_position=”center_left” global_colors_info=”{}”]<\/p>\n
[\/et_pb_text][\/et_pb_column][\/et_pb_row][et_pb_row _builder_version=”4.27.0″ _module_preset=”default” global_colors_info=”{}”][et_pb_column type=”4_4″ _builder_version=”4.27.0″ _module_preset=”default” global_colors_info=”{}”][et_pb_video src=”https:\/\/soundcloud.com\/user-972033003\/lilith-by-lauren-raine-2017″ _builder_version=”4.27.0″ _module_preset=”default” global_colors_info=”{}”][\/et_pb_video][\/et_pb_column][\/et_pb_row][et_pb_row column_structure=”3_5,2_5″ _builder_version=”4.24.2″ _module_preset=”default” global_colors_info=”{}”][et_pb_column type=”3_5″ _builder_version=”4.24.2″ _module_preset=”default” global_colors_info=”{}”][et_pb_text module_class=”noindent” _builder_version=”4.27.0″ _module_preset=”default” global_colors_info=”{}”]We were innocent then,<\/p>\n
just little monkeys,\u00a0<\/p>\n
wandering a newly risen world,\u00a0<\/p>\n
its empty waters and warm sun.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
He and I, I and him, one being<\/p>\n
in two bodies, rolling together\u00a0<\/p>\n
in the sweet and simple mud.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Before the words:<\/p>\n
the endless dividing of things.\u00a0\u00a0<\/p>\n
Naming and breaking, each piece<\/p>\n
smaller and harder, denser and slower.<\/p>\n
And colder. Always colder.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
You see, I grew enraptured<\/p>\n
by the ferocity of World.<\/p>\n
Her vast generosity,\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her spiral mysteries<\/p>\n
stars reflected in dark tide pools,<\/p>\n
vines that curled tendrils around the curious finger,<\/p>\n
hyacinth and hyena calling across the night.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
But Adam wanted<\/p>\n
to control the unfathomable:<\/p>\n
I was his first attempt.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The more he tried to seize me<\/p>\n
the more I hungered for the moon<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
So at last I flew away,<\/p>\n
And found another lover.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Ah, Samael…..<\/p>\n
his hot wings and volcanic heart,<\/p>\n
his sweet and terrible kisses.<\/p>\n
Samael, who comprehends neither sin nor virtue,<\/p>\n
only the splendor of the ever changing moment.\u00a0\u00a0<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
What soarings we had!<\/p>\n
What flights, what heat,\u00a0<\/p>\n
what progeny!<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Not for any price,\u00a0<\/p>\n
not for Eden,\u00a0<\/p>\n
bread or ease\u00a0<\/p>\n
would I be anything less than what I am.\u00a0<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I still remember him<\/p>\n
when the whim or the wind takes me<\/p>\n
I kiss his sleeping lips\u00a0<\/p>\n
when he calls for me in his dreams.[\/et_pb_text][\/et_pb_column][et_pb_column type=”2_5″ _builder_version=”4.24.2″ _module_preset=”default” global_colors_info=”{}”][et_pb_image src=”https:\/\/societyforritualarts.com\/rw\/2024-autumn\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/09\/LILITH-Illustration-for-audio-and-text-by-lauren-raine-1024×768.jpg” title_text=”LILITH Illustration for audio and text by lauren raine” _builder_version=”4.27.0″ _module_preset=”default” global_colors_info=”{}”][\/et_pb_image][\/et_pb_column][\/et_pb_row][et_pb_row column_structure=”1_3,2_3″ _builder_version=”4.24.2″ _module_preset=”default” global_colors_info=”{}”][et_pb_column type=”1_3″ _builder_version=”4.24.2″ _module_preset=”default” global_colors_info=”{}”][et_pb_text module_class=”noindent” _builder_version=”4.27.0″ _module_preset=”default” global_colors_info=”{}”]We were innocent then,<\/p>\n
just little monkeys,\u00a0<\/p>\n
wandering a newly risen world,\u00a0<\/p>\n
its empty waters and warm sun.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
He and I, I and him, one being<\/p>\n
in two bodies, rolling together\u00a0<\/p>\n
in the sweet and simple mud.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Before the words:<\/p>\n
the endless dividing of things.\u00a0\u00a0<\/p>\n
Naming and breaking, each piece<\/p>\n
smaller and harder, denser and slower.<\/p>\n
And colder. Always colder.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
You see, I grew enraptured<\/p>\n
by the ferocity of World.<\/p>\n
Her vast generosity,\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her spiral mysteries<\/p>\n
stars reflected in dark tide pools,<\/p>\n
vines that curled tendrils around the curious finger,<\/p>\n
hyacinth and hyena calling across the night.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
But Adam wanted<\/p>\n
to control the unfathomable:<\/p>\n
I was his first attempt.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The more he tried to seize me<\/p>\n
the more I hungered for the moon<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
So at last I flew away,<\/p>\n
And found another lover.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Ah, Samael…..<\/p>\n
his hot wings and volcanic heart,<\/p>\n
his sweet and terrible kisses.<\/p>\n
Samael, who comprehends neither sin nor virtue,<\/p>\n
only the splendor of the ever changing moment.\u00a0\u00a0<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
What soarings we had!<\/p>\n
What flights, what heat,\u00a0<\/p>\n
what progeny!<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Not for any price,\u00a0<\/p>\n
not for Eden,\u00a0<\/p>\n
bread or ease\u00a0<\/p>\n
would I be anything less than what I am.\u00a0<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I still remember him<\/p>\n
when the whim or the wind takes me<\/p>\n
I kiss his sleeping lips\u00a0<\/p>\n
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