To make a flame, ancients struck stone
against stone, worshiping a star.
I brush my heart with breath, just one:
the whole earth catches fire.
My soul was never spun
from world-stuff of desire.
I shine through the empyrean,
and dance upon the pyre.
I birth the moon, I touch the sun
inside, a deeper light, and higher.
Image by Heinrich Khunrath, Ampitheatrum Sapientiae Aeternae, 1595
No comments:
Post a Comment