Beauty

Illuminated by the light of my heart,

though the path seems dark, 

I shine brilliantly.

Guidance flowering, seashells glittering, 

welcoming my descent into the new world.

I am Mother Mary to the lost parts of myself. 

Pray to thee, save me, 

save me.

Thank thee, thank me.

Receiving gratitude, gestures, 

lessons and lectures.

I ask myself 

the most outrageous questions:

Why this?

Where and how? 

This life curated,

filled with unsung beauty, 

weeping for clarity,

for ultimate expression. 

All for me?

All for thee?

Who do I live for?

Who do I worship?

Beauty—yes.

Infinite imagery.

Lilac, lavender and honey drips.

The garden calls me to taste;

seek pleasure in the hum of

creation.  

Venus, I say to you: 

Release me. 

Let me see your youth,

live to embody your greatest truth.

Let me kiss your lips.

Open lovingly the door to bliss.