Poem -

Internal Landscapes of Deity

1)

My heart is a multi-dimensional camera

It has scanned the terrain traversed

At the center of its image is the four-faced mount:

Sinai, Zion, Kailash, and Agung

Flowing beyond are the valleys, hills and plains

...even the islands

Their Pharisees:

smiles... voices... melodies

Their Zealots:

tales... poems... artifacts

Their Sadducees:

moreish dishes and sporting games

Their Ebionites:

dire famines and terrifying wars

They are all in me as I belong in them:

the map that tells me where and what I am

2)

The textures and contours of my pounding footstool

have been crafted by a rainbow seraphim of love

modeling a portrait of his beloved

like a plush oriental cushion

in finest silk

Flowers and birds converging in vibrant dance and song

3)

I host you here at my warmest core

that in turn we may together host the perfumed footprint of our Lord

Like Joshua in Canaan, I have traversed you and mapped you out

You are my possession and I won't release you ever

But fear not, for my cage is an infinite multiverse

The kingdom within me is one of many vast gardens

It is a reality where love does not run out

Not because I am perfect,

for my waves do break out of this ocean sometimes,

but the spring that has burstforth inside my rock is eternal

4)

Do not judge this book by its cover

My sack is male on the outside

Yet it has female lining

It is tough as leather to withstand any storm,

like an acacia in the desert

or a ship upon the sea

But the wine it hosts is like the miraculous atmosphere of a womb

Do not be afraid to be reborn here

I see your beauty

Enter and take a place oh thirsty kittens

And be transformed by the Knitter

She is eager to unfold you, heal you, renew your colour, and stitch you together into a perfect creature of pristine splendour

 

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