The crossing of the magician

 

Oh! The holy temple, the numen of my heart

creating fires of new flesh! I saw the first moon of

female sexuality in a red violet sky. I dared to be silent

and withstood the elemental ghosts and proverbs of my

being. The old sadness of the unremembered earth, which I

once knew in the hidden hand of nature. O how the world shows

me her secrets in the open arms of love; the ambrosial essence

of an unfolding rose.

Nights of folly ensured my understanding, the crystalline suns

Illuminating the invisible cities…the dazzling light, whether dream

or vision rings with love

and to think the fruits of my thoughts fall from an echoing tree;

 rattled by an ancient wind.

It is the justice of silent prayer! Which adorns and beautifies

the soul, and I embrace its strength. Who could have foreseen

the unforeseen without knowing the burning amid the flames of

sapience?

The ash rains down gently with heavens glow, shining like a kiss

from some strange angel

and with the heat of her love I warm the earth.

 

Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

the open arms of love, your writing is beautiful, but also very much to the faith... holy temple, the fruits of my thoughts fall from an echoing tree; your words come from a deep belief... and that is very fine; I guess it's my stupidity on faith and religion that causes me to reflect even more on your writing and what it means...I need to read more to understand it. It flows like a river and it is very meaningful.
Best to you
Betty

[R.J Calzonetti (Siniste..]

I really enjoyed this poem, never much for reviews, but please share more, and I'll definitely read them.

R.J