Freely accepted, constraints that bind
The senses can free the mind.
And so I knelt before her latitude.
Her choker became the horizon,
The light from her eyes a silent beatitude.
“What do you feel?” asked the voice of the wind.
I tried to answer, lips rapt and spellbound,
Eyes questing, but made no sound.
Enlarged by desire, encircled by pain,
I felt the fire and the rain.
I watched the walls of the room
Dissolve into clouds
As a crack in the sky beckoned,
Opening wide.
I was pulled upward into a swelling storm
And watched all around as I climbed
A mirror world form,
Like the universe rhymed.
Then calm. I found myself at a steely gate.
A sign read “The Labyrinth of Language.”
The path began straight
Then forked into uncountable branches.
Words took shape and tried to dance
But hung
Captive on my soundless tongue.
They have remained there ever since.
Free them, goddess,
Let these words find flight.
Take them from the shadow of my tongue.
Release them into your luminous night.