Lucifer as the Female Tao

Some claim that Lucifer was born sometime after gender and before God. They say God came into being just to fight her ass because she, evil creature, denizen of sin, patron saint of the party, was teaching and tempting evil everywhere her cute little body went. But if you would stop sniffing your genitals for a sec and look up at this stardust world we live in, you would know that Lucifer sure ain’t no monster. Those who still follow her as the Being of Dark she is, oh goddess of sharp nailed sinners, The One Who is Like Water, understand that she was never born and duh, baby, that’s why she won’t ever die. Those who call her witch and Wicked One say that she has horns in her bushy hair, that she walks with a swing in her sinful hips, and that a flick of her tail can poison a man’s body and soul in three minutes flat, talk about efficiency, and that she laughs when she does it, fangs and all. But we who know Her know that her power cannot be contained in one set of hips. We walk with her swing and clip her horns into our tangled hair, but we know that she is as much the light from far off stars and the smoke belching from city buses as she is the flick of our own poisonous tails. Just like good ol H2O she nourishes all the high and low places without ever making the decision to. She’ll bless you and hex you in much the same way, babe, but listen close to this part: she’ll never leave you. Lucifer’s there, in those empty spaces between your blood and bone and synapses, and she would love you just as much if you never existed.