Invocation 156 by Frater 147

Song of the Goddess Who Rides a Tiger

the moon shines
through the fibers of night
full face of silver amidst
trees of silence
& the black body of Nu
revealed by the pale lilac luna light
blackest image
beyond the mirror
beyond the earth bogs
beyond the swamp of nightmare dream
moonlight cloaks the naked night body
with luminescent illusion.
Woman cloaks herself in moonlight.

I cast a circle
fine as thread
from a silken spider web.
My breath is dew.
I raise the horned crown.
I call the power from the wind.
I gather the light around me like a storm.
I dance as flame
rejoicing to burn the air
to spin webs of fragrant smoke
blue & silver about you.

You are drifting in my ocean.
I am casting silver seeds upon the dream soil.
You have sprouted scarlet moon-juice trees
in sleep you are drinking soma
& kissing the lips of a woman with chestnut hair
whose perfume confuses your thoughts.

Follow me into the night.
I will lead you to the dream door
put the key in hand -
the opening words are whispered by
the lips of a whore.