STIGMATA
pierced
 and placed
 inside yu
therein
i will
embrace yu
like the
warm earth...
to ressurect
 yu
high
above
the mountains
over
paradise
gardens
into
the breadth
of vision
like heaven...
i fear
only
the decay
of the spirit
and rooted
in yur pain
we shall
never
die
again...
 

~
..." torrents overflowed,
 a raging
storm
 like wisdom
 enveloped my soul as it
stared out across the mountains and valleys.
 i stumbled
and
 broke creeping
withered... embracing compassionately the damage,
 the  enlightenment
that ensued
that
whispered
 in my ear...
the sting of wind and rain
 now like
 honey
 to
my
mouth...

~
her stormy mind
a fragrance rare.
She had embraced the sun
Who had gasped
at the brief glimpse of her soul.

Her deep ripened tones
 of amethystium
painterly madness
Carried souls
like a thundering
 chant
To mythological heights and burnished landscapes.
 She spoke of carnival games,
 death
 and resurrections
 Of rain and dancing
 Of drinking
  from the cup of immortality
 For
 she creates and gives birth to miracles,
A baptism of solemnity
and of gentle kisses
 of the souls transfiguration.

 She spoke of love and life and pleasure and pain
 The paradox of creation,
 the synthesis of sun-god, rain-god
 The zeusian thunderbolt
  and the sun door, the indestructible and the imperishable.

 She will transcend
the blind spots and shatter existence into perfect knowledge
 “Behold” she would say quietly …
 for she knows life must be be expressed in full consciousness wading in the
tears and in the living waters of her creations
 This she does for me ...