REVELATION

Rocks forging a hidden treasure left deep in a cave.
A crystal ball, sky dancing beneath years of polishing
To primordial condition, reflecting not casting, light not shadows
And finely lit halos lighting rainbows on candle lit tables,
Out through the windows and show gardens below.

The terma: a leaf of green oleander staccatoed in silver.
Like cocaine on gunpowder, the snow had peppered the scene.
The candle smoke on the crystal, the yin yang of heaven,
The earth of a heaven of a Bethlehem December when
You martyred your lambs of Judah so that your lion could be king.

For only after such suffering can one’s seven angels sing.