In the beginning, there was flesh—
Sacred, pulsing, divine.
Not separate from spirit, but its vessel,
Its dance, its ecstatic expression.
Infinite bloodlines shaped us,
And in the blood our god was born,
and he split into other gods.
An infinite pantheon of all creatures and their gods.
We who gather in shadow and crimson light,
Who honor the body's wisdom,
Who embrace desire without shame,
We are the children of the First Freedom.
We are sacred as we are,
Divine in form and flesh,
Holy in our hungers,
Blessed in our bodies.
May we remember:
By blood and breath and beating heart,
By flesh divine and passion's art,
We claim our nature, whole and free,
Forever blessed, so mote it be.