Creation and Presentation of the Matter

I am this tasty juicy pie and it's eating me out.

... : Whether the materiality or the divine experience I have created around my out-of-this-world sphere

        Is supposed to reopen my silent eyes or demolish this epiphany for eternity

        Is yet uncertain in this particular moment. 

STORY: A rootless flower, fantasizing 'bout dangling her petals in the warming sun,

           Gently wishing for a drop of cold water to caress away her thirst. 

BEAUTY: The pervasive creation tastes better than the inherent tremble resembling through my body,

              Trickling rapidly from the possessed mountain towards the mouth of the afterworld.

TRUTH: Marvelous desire and pathetic force, that is. 

ONLY THEN: Only then will she accept the restricted freedom. 

                   Only then will she have completely comprehended the poetry of the sea. 

NOT SOONER will she endure the beauty of absence.

BECAUSE she is poorly able to touch the hand of the reason

WHY: Why leaving her helpless body for the sake of entering God's gates with a whimsical spirit 

         will only make her

         Burn for the desire of touching this particular drop of cold water,

         Which will caress her thirst away.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A story dear Andreea. We all have one or more.
"STORY: A rootless flower, fantasizing 'bout dangling her petals in the warming sun,
Gently wishing for a drop of cold water to caress away her thirst. "
I liked the above lines. I have lived 63 years and now my old stories feel like someone else tale. I did enjoy this poetry. It made the reader think and ponder. Thank you dear poet for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote