Picture: A boy blowing on an ember to light a candle by El Greco
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Burning embers,
Perfect glow, amber light:
It’s my train, bolting through the night.
City lights enliven my limbs
And heart, under the mantlepiece
Of my shoulders, empowered by the storms,
Carrying with joy the weight of the endless
Journey,
As if it was weightless, with the lightness of song,
Songs of love and power,
Weaved in the fabric of existence
That does not admit nonexistence,
With a strong interdiction
Of spoiling the graces, ever-gifted
Under enigmatic pretenses,
But this is not a riddle,
Not a headache nor a jigsaw
To be figured out, for figuring it out
Is unwrapping your presents
And throw away the content with the wrapping,
The baby with the mother.
Burning embers,
Suave aroma, falsetto fading out
And into the lungs of the loving,
Loving and therefore loved
Beyond measure, for measure is only
A label that slips away when applied
To the oil-rich, nourishing fruits
Of Creation. Sticky fingers grabbing
With joy the thighs of Creation,
Bountiful in all of its forms and shapes,
A jigsaw where the pieces match and mismatch
To the will of the Master Plan that shall not be
Exposed and can’t be exposed;
So create, merge, and submerge yourself
In the reviving waters of all that is
That will never extinguish these
Burning embers.
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Herons
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