To remind you of her soft
explosion in your body
Emptiness invented flowers.
When you gaze into them
you return to her diamond void.
To temper the blinding
night of her counsel
She created your face.
Now take off the veil
of doubting.
See in the dark.
Inside the absence of noise
Emptiness invented flowers.
When you gaze into them
you return to her diamond void.
To temper the blinding
night of her counsel
She created your face.
Now take off the veil
of doubting.
See in the dark.
Inside the absence of noise
is another kind of silence,
the throb of her fingers
on the lute of your spine,
the tremor of a poem
the throb of her fingers
on the lute of your spine,
the tremor of a poem
before its first word.
This is how the Magdalen
This is how the Magdalen
visits your sepulcher of bones
after all the disciples
have fled the garden.
Her stillness whets the blade
of your breath
so that you might pierce
Christ's heart and
cleave it in two.
one chamber is for her,
the other for you.
after all the disciples
have fled the garden.
Her stillness whets the blade
of your breath
so that you might pierce
Christ's heart and
cleave it in two.
one chamber is for her,
the other for you.
Photo: another amazing flower by Kristy
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