"She calls to the wildman -
dancing naked by the shores -
of the ocean that she is,
He who speaks with tigers,
whose muscles move with
slow liquid grace.
He who no longer fears
his darkness, or
the stillness of the earth, or
the sometimes suffocating pull
of her relentless rhythms,
gravities and tides,
He who has made his peace
with Kali and the void,
he who no longer needs
to run or hide
from the sweet source of power
calling him from deep
inside."
- J. Levy
