Feast

 

I asked Love to guide me

and Love said, 

I don't want you 

to go anywhere.

I asked to see the face of the Beloved

and Love became a mirror

shining from its own emptiness.

So I gazed into myself until

the light became too bright 

for any self at all.

Then I asked Love 

to carry me up

to the diamond pinnacle

of devotion.

It was priceless, naked, empty.

Love said, bow down.

So I plunged my nostrils 

in the compost.

And that how is I got 

invited 

to this feast of worms.

 

 

Painting my Cathy Morrison