Olam Haba.A Poem by Danny MetcalfeI. The angels visit leaving behind no
footprints: Their paths cannot be followed. The path to liberation is the path of
thyself. They who utter their unique voice set their sails to the silent wind. II. O my sad heart, the geometry of my
dreams, like the patterns of a rose roaming the
skeleton cites in unbodied flesh. The divine
babbling of my heart! The stone green galleries of my deepest wounds burn
like saintly wreaths---I saw the Devils of my mind sleeping in the cracks
of my tears. The lava of my throat sets my words on fire and the sun
rose upon the tip of my tongue. The earth dissolves--- I am here. The enlightened source: The beloved. I see the eye of the eternal sun,
dark with the wisdom of night. Love echoed out like a great
mystery--- Virgin snow fell from the whorish clouds and like a lilac I
opened my heart to the birth of the new sky! © 2021 Danny Metcalfe |
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Added on February 22, 2021Last Updated on February 22, 2021 AuthorDanny MetcalfeUnited KingdomAboutI am a writer, poet and playwright. All works are first drafts. My favorite writers are: Arthur Rimbaud, William S Burroughs, Clarice Lispector, Robert Walser, Julio Cortazar, Mikhail Bulgakov,.. more..Writing
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