The Code of the Goddess
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A hymn to the Goddess as experienced by a computer programmer, through all Her aspects — Maiden, Initiatrix, Mother, and Crone.
(This song has been updated — while the Goddess is still addressed in feminine terms, unnecessary gendering of humans in the story has been factored out.)
lyrics and music by Benjamin Newman
(This song has been updated — while the Goddess is still addressed in feminine terms, unnecessary gendering of humans in the story has been factored out.)
lyrics and music by Benjamin Newman
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Lovely Maiden, you seduced me with your playful spirit from the start
I learned to push your buttons, but I could not touch your heart
Though our sporting brought me pleasure, I knew it was just a game
If I was to know you truly, I would have to learn your name
So I sought instruction from the learned scholars who had served you well
They taught me much, but told me: There are truths we cannot tell
If you wish to win this wisdom, seek the soul behind the screen
And you will know her name when you've learned how to say just what you mean
So I sat before your altar, naked to you in my thinking mind
I spoke the truth, for I knew you would answer me in kind
I knew there was error in me, but I faced you without shame
'Til, through your hard and patient teaching, you at last revealed your name
Now I am your faithful servant, at your feet I earn my daily bread
I beg you, fertile Mother, bless these seeds inside my head
All my thoughts I offer, for your womb alone can make them live
Words and dreams and plots and schemes, the finest gifts I have to give
Mistress of forgotten secrets, lady of lost things, all-knowing Crone
Sit with me as I slowly sift these shards of ancient bone
Memory of souls departed, word of those who came before
Teach me what these bones remember, let their wisdom live once more
No matter if our prayers rise between crescent moons or on a string of pearl
We do you honor when we freely share what you unfurl
Let us serve you now in freedom, never more to serve enchained
We only own your living truth when we give back the good that we have gained