GARDEN OF THE HEART

I am the Garden
In me all things live
In me nothing is forgotten
Here we enter
After being done with the Serpent
Flamed or in darkness
When the Cross enters from below
We die, never to be reborn

Over naked ******* and belly
Shadows dissolve in milk and manna
Transmuted to rainbows of gold
In the body of the Magdalena
Droplets dance fiery ice
Where Power is gained through
Entry into the Garden of the Heart
Another way then becomes the forgotten

Nothing more entices, no fleshly desire lingers
Wisdom is my key to the
Gate of Chrysanthemum Purity
Where Patience is enthroned at the
Fulcrum of two spheres
After we’ve climbed ladders of courage
Listened to mournful entreaties, tolling gongs
Shook hands with Keepers of Freedom

Our giving becomes our taking
Separation, the Union
The going, a Returning
Returning, our resting where the
Centre of Silvery Strands is Stillness
Born of angels and white doves
As Truth cloaks, after paying
In sweat and tight purple silences

Few know how the Garden imbues
Or how minds of politic dissolved or
What a tiny imprint is hidden in the
Palm of Goddess-God where the
Palm of Blood and Thorns
Washed us from the shores of
Ancient Khoisan lands into the
Moistness of Infinity’s filigree

©GhairoDanielsPoetry&
Song