poetry from another dimension

song for the unknown mystic

the inquisition is over
your capacity for holy speech
has been
the karmic payment—-
the potato famine
and accepted
nuns and priests
mystics and saints
they all pulsed
in your blood
but you could not eat
and you could not express their holiness
for fear
that you might be seen
or heard

unsung poetess
lovers of roses
and cups of tea
we bless you and wish
for your endless fulfillment
may your expansion be endless
your virtue a fuel for love
and your beauty shine forth
for the delight of those
around you
© 2010 exitsbyalice


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