painted poem #11/21
Temple of Mysterious Beasts
i. When love calls you in
enter her as a temple –
silently, slowly,
with flowers in your hair....
ii. Prepare for love to break you
into all the pieces necessary
for something unknown
to be born of you.
Know your heart as a golden egg
from which mysterious beasts
are hatched....
iii. And you will fly
on wings of shadowed light.
On shadowed wings of winter light,
you will wing your way home.