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.

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