This sacred blood is on fire
           to the point of boiling over
A divine pact between
            celestial realms
has been reached
In this ruined temple
a glow exists
just inside the doorway
if you delicately step
over that tender threshold
you will see it for the burning
        Yes, there is a heat rising.
Steamed in sacrifice
I pull back the hood of my anger
and pour it into the vessel
It is time for release
of the pent-up embers
          and jagged ribbons held in stubborn fists
I give it over
like gifts to a demon,
letting it drip from my fingers.
It is time to open up that pit of flames
        cool it with turquoise and violet
I look up
through the strands of time
to witness the pulses of magic
               That inner life force
has been re-kindled, gently
not in the clenched jaws of anger
           but in the wispy trance of joy      
As the stars commune above me,
I am on another sort of constellation
tripping over planets undiscovered
             watching them burst from the stars
There is no known language for this
                only soft-tipped nuance
Words as yet undefined
trip over my tongue
in tiny bits of turbulence
as I am swept up
in the current
             No stopping me now.
I dive into a long-awaited ocean
where I am lit up from within,
flowing over in gratitude
Deep inside
an incandescent glow
blooms
in what was once
a void