The sorbet of the Divine

for those I met Arbor had fear, From a passing stranger I fed the canary while They sung in unison Scared they flew away A stranger approached me I was about to faint The crimson ground Made tectonic sliding We feared death She lives in a distance Yet she lives with my Breath and the soul Radiates in her ether She remembers the Lilly I brought from the garden Of certitude, and The roses in a blasting white I bestow as a final touch Where freedom smells Love The two-sided medal Has the love pentacle At the abyss of the surface I taught on Kernel of the Kernel She prayed in the biggest Temple In synergy with the rolling through My burning cheek, fried Crystal tear in nacre transformed I evoked Salamanders To extinguish the fire With the fire The crystalline cup Of the wine, Divine to obey My thirst The wisdom approached in An old fashion The knowledge bangs The manifestation of freedom. The Love eternal Lady Wowed the platinum thread An oracle tapestry She made I sat there… I felt there… I saw there. Those I met in The realm of the hanged forms I saw her dark sapphire eyes That kept the beauty Secret The body that sticks All fallen stars and The heart of her That is a sarcophagus of The secrets; of the chosen Her voice is the symphony Of the golden leaf wheat And the hush of a Sybil The argument written in a forehead Bears testimony What the holy womb bears The witnesses are Two lights The Angel of the left and the angel Of the right shoulder She recognizes the seal of A prodigy’s scalp, And double up and down turned Triangles In my Plexus She is not Mary She is not Amina She is not Bathsheba She is in a circle of curiosity I’m in the square of stability Who cares for the mouth? Of the Cantankerous The conundrum is set Mandala The white rose of my being Bleeds the blue Because I Love eternally As a Luna full Careless of the barking For a quantum of a moment I disperse in those I met They hardly recognize The quintessence of the “I” They only remember Occasionally The smell of the rose Even this is for me A Sufficient Something I may only rest and Breath as infant Marked with the seal In his forehead