Heaven and Earth

[Guest guest]

Love, you have broken my wings

I have eaten from the rich dark earth on the fall down,

I ooze out my marrow from gaping holes,

to the call of the sea, of the shore,

inside me,

Here,

a flower grows, strong, bending in salutation to the sun,

to the elemental wind and rain blowing near and far

these feathers I leave behind,

like tokens of appreciation

someone else, who in memory of me,

will gather along their own way

 

I have been cut,

not hapharzardly, nor awkwardly,

I have been bleeding from careful and precise incisions--

destiny and chance upon meeting and reflecting time--

honoured decisions I had no knowledge of, though I

have become a well-worn pruning of this living cross of me,

leaving

the kiss of Isa upon my lips,

My Beloved,

A Da Vinci painting

 

We are perfection, encoded

One Holy Communion,

--Bread we have fashioned

in our fall together into human life and nature's limbs

an everlasting primal scream of the birth of our Soul,

 

The Song of Heaven and Earth.

 

Om.

 

 

love,

Ana