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.

Photo by J. Ruth Kelly, 2015, All Rights Reserved

Photo by J. Ruth Kelly, 2015, All Rights Reserved

Photo by J. Ruth Kelly, 2015, All Rights Reserved

Photo by J. Ruth Kelly, 2015, All Rights Reserved

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4 thoughts on “The Peonies Reaching

  1. 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(

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