The Purpling Mists Of Avalon

The purpling mists of Avalon
rise to the occasion of Light
disappears..
humble
are the beginnings of a soul's journey
through distances of the black-holed sun
to the tangent moon,
through alabaster pillars and golden doors
of an ancient temple of learning...

we meet here in the night of our longing,
surrendered to an unknown and untamed wilderness
beating in our hearts,
remember
a faint glow of the
twilight dawn
reawaken with feathers in heads
when pillows were lucid dreams,

we exchange tender and lust-filled glances,
walk with a solemn wind,
gather the flame of exigent fire--
the alacrity of starlight
hidden
between worlds we shall have forgotten
once the daybreaks into song,

you shall have come to know me
as the wisdom of Sophia,
the breast of Eve,
you shall have seen me as the Goddess Isis,
rising from your deepest want,
and like the pearl of the orient,
I am the sword that opens your shell.

I am a human incarnation.

I am Anna

...and You are the Buddha
I have met on the forest path,
slain now,
we return to the nascent,
humble
fecund and good earth,

the edge of reality is now balanced.