Magdalene

Precious is the fire of your eternal spiraling motion
across the stretched bodies of parallel universes
comprised of simple knots; seems to be
intricate for the mortal minds…

You come and go like ocean waves do…

Unrivalled the beauty of your forms
radiating light
radiating darkness
absorbing vibrations
creating conflict
death is your blessing
birth is your glory
nurturing life
educating minds
seduced seducer of the highest order…

You come and go like hurricanes do…

Your winds are curving the waves of my sea enormous;
Angry came upon the rocks of an unknown coast
while the sky is torn apart from veins of fire,
clouds were speechless and heavy loaded.

Damned or doomed is the inevitable ending for those
who chose to close their eyes in front of your substance.
Those delivered with your blessing
wastes their gift trying not to remember
the knowledge within;
trained to ignore their internal treasures…

Being dressed with sin or bathed in white
you do not wither my precious
nor decline
your fall is always bright
while your ascent is a serene flight.

Your dark side of the moon is mine.
Through eons of wandering in different
skins and various costumes
never crossed upon the path
of those who denied your essence
or tried to manipulate those of lower intellect.

Blind are the open eyes of those who
fail to see the sacred feminine
of endless names
revolving in sacred marriage among the sinister vines
of the crown of the chosen one
who comes ecstatic in triumphant gallop
escorted by the energy of fertility
loaded with divine inspiration
eager to deliver upon the world a fresh kind of shared blessing…

But the calmness before the coming storm is always
painful, disorienting, as the swollen sealed vessel
is ready to burst wide open…

15/12/05