Make me like the peonies reaching,
ripening and revealing shimmers of light,
born of darkness, from disintegration in a long story’s night
whose tale suggests only seclusion unending and a crushing fate…
until,
until the bursting out upon the day,
until the unfolding from haunts of burial entombing,
until all my songs release fragrance
sweetened by a holy undoing,
whose whispers in moonlight of a sun behind the night
birth soul beyond the doom,
holding sacred sway over a mysterious teaching.
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The way you string certain words together like: ‘sweetened by a holy undoing’, causes one to think about their own inner state of being, giving them a register by which to begin anew: like a helpful presant, to open whenever one becomes locked there, in the darkness within them! You are not only a gifted writer, but a guiding light, a brilliant, and compassionate leader! Someday soon, you’ll burst forth on the scene of the disgustingly, small minded, human race :O(
Such kindness and generosity you show here, taking the time to remark on this expression and with such encouragement. Thank you…
Well uh, I hate to admit it, but I’m a nice guy :O(
Ok, I’ll try not to tell anyone. 😉