Orison to BabAlon

I love thee, O Lady of Holy Lust
I pour myself into your divine and holy Cup

Thou who gavest us flesh to clothe our naked spirits
thou who art the loveliness of the Great Sea
the wet and fertile smell of soil
the howl of the newly born
the gasp of the newly dying
you who art the womb of woman
and womb of Earth

And thou who art called by man
Mother of Abominations
the divine mystery of whose adulteries
is that thou yieldest thyself to all things
Beautiful art thou, O Babalon, and desirable
and in thy weakness hath subdued the strength of all
therefore art thou called Understanding, O Babalon,
I love thee, blessed Lady of the Night!

I beg thee, Rider of the Beast,
cremate all the dross within me
make me new again and simple
I beg thee to remove from me
that which I am no longer
Leave only the perfect structure of Now
Ignite the fuse that leads to god and God
so that I, like you, may burn in the innocent violence
of sacred incineration

And when the abyssal hole appears
I beg thee be reaching to me from the other side
as I continually pour myself into your divine and holy Cup