Initiation to the darkness
of all matter,
once martyred to the whitest light
of a mind that stands alone,
upon a throne that never really
came to be itself at all.
Phallically, the trees arise,
from just a tiny seed;
nurtured by the worth of earth herself
into a prominence of glory;
reaching ever for the heights,
as if to touch just what they are inside
could never be enough.
While secretly, this inner
mystery of life,
expands itself in all we say and do.
As invisibly, it seeps its need
once more into our lives,
to bring the chaos closer to its theme
of creativity - while lights are seen
to beam around its utter sense of being.
For this mystery demands
its place in time and space;
bringing down sublime, unerring,
hues of energy now spent within
the grace and glory of it all . . .
? Michaelette ?
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