The smells of frankincense and myrrh made holy the air...
As white flames with smoke veiled the deity...
The one priest with folded hands and bowed head...
Offered his obeisance to the one he had always thought of as his own... his one Lord God!

Far away in an unknown land...
Another man was counting the beads of his rosary...
Singing hymns in praise of the One...
His protector and nourisher... His one Almighty God!

Yet when night took over the day...And the two men prepared for slumber...
The universal One sang the same cosmic lullaby:
"My children under one roof...!"

you take my hand
as we stroll
together
deep, deep down
a serpentine
path to woods

amidst thick moss
and tree coverings
with fronds
caressing our hips
as we pass
drops of cool rain
cooling our cheeks
streaming rivulets
nourishing lips

where we taste
remote sensations,
a world
dislodged from
society's roots

we are more
than these bodies,
this ancient flesh
we are
interwoven in
a mystical connection,
constellations beading
eternal sky

in a telepathy beyond
eyes and fingers,
a language exceeding
words, until we
converse entirely
through our
hearts' speech.

In a place beyond heaven and hell...

Upon a pale blue face...

Dressed in a garment of green foliage...

Wearing neckpieces of wild flora and untouched fauna...

Adorned by a crown of diamond stars and ethereal clouds...

Having the mind of mountains...veins of waterfalls and rivers... And the heart of oceans...

Cells of gravels and skin of a holy soil...

Rain kissed body  releasing the divine petrichor and gemstones filled *****...

In such a place I exist...
Cradled in a Mother's lap...
What would I call it if not my eternal home!

Never had I felt like a smothered sea encased
in a blazing wave of blasted verbs, drumless diction
double spaced, misplaced, overstressed adjectives,
paralyzed personification, fever-struck similes dozing
off to sleep, inane, disdained, an oblivious masterpiece
covered in splintered storms, an earth burning boulevard.

My memories were stone-cold shattered, heavy droplets
of ****** paragraphs splattering onto inglorious fractions,
a fallen kingdom, a thousand smashed engines with no
invention, no ignition or transmission, spine-chilling addition,
insubstantial subtraction swallowed by miscellaneous derivatives
and division, running out of time, gone and overthrown.

Wish I could have understood the unearthly decimals
dwindling in perishable plantations, ****** equations
and integration, pepper sauce alleyways rearranging
my crazed nation, decapitated rhythms begging for restoration,
salvation from the damaging hellfire striking a match on history.