Where the Self is Shed

Verse 1 She stands where the silence opens wide, No crown of vanity, no mask to hide. She cut the noise from the temple door, No need to prove who she was before. No grasping hands, no jealous flame, No old complaint, no borrowed name. She doesn’t beg the world to see— She becomes the energy. Pre-Chorus Lay down the story, lay down the fight, Step through the shadow, awaken the light. What is the body when spirit is near? A holy river learning to steer. Chorus The Goddess without a head, She bleeds the stars instead. Lunar on the left side, solar on the right, Central flame rising through the night. No ego, no chains, no need to possess, Only the pulse of consciousness. Three streams, one breath, one sacred thread— I meet the divine where the self is shed. Verse 2 Her body is thunder, her heart is still, She doesn’t conquer, she bends the will. Grievances fall like ashes to ground, In the sacred dark, the lost are found. She says, “Be conscious, don’t be owned By every wound you’ve ever known. Desire is fire when the soul can see— Not a cage, but alchemy.” Pre-Chorus 2 Left is the moon with her silver tide, Right is the sun with his golden stride. The center opens, the serpent sings, Kundalini climbs on stellar wings. Chorus The Goddess without a head, She bleeds the stars instead. Lunar on the left side, solar on the right, Central flame rising through the night. No ego, no chains, no need to possess, Only the pulse of consciousness. Three streams, one breath, one sacred thread— I meet the divine where the self is shed. Bridge Cut off the falsehood, not the soul. Cut off the hunger to control. Cut off the mirror that made you small, Rise as the current beneath it all. In sacred union, don’t disappear, Become more awake, become more clear. The body is not shame, the body is art— A temple of fire, a cosmic heart. Outro Moon stream, sun stream, center flame, I release the mask, I release the name. No head, no fear, no crown to keep— The Goddess wakes where the self falls deep.