Lioness

Many years I spent
empty and dry, and hungry,
believing that love could be taken away for good,
condemned to a life of dull moonlight,
and mute stars,
and Heavens contained,
languishing within the prison of a finite mind,
that looked upon itself
with disdain,
and wept,
as if lost in a dark, endless sea
of calm, deathlike waters.

But the storm comes, with a gift of fury,
to set me free
from the eventless eternity of my imagination,
made still by my fears
of what powers might lie behind my heart.

I am a raging lioness,
blinded by the heat of my own blood
bursting through memories hidden inside my savage brain.
I feast on my own hesitations,
I tear into my bones and release eons of doubts,
I sink my teeth into my prudent flesh,
in order to reallign my molecules
and claim a glory
I only know of from distant dreams.

And when I find myself consumed
by the very beast I thought I had tamed
and killed,
I am finally free to disperse
my consciousness
onto the vast tapestry
to which I belong.

A single, eternal, undying, luminous love thread,
glistening with delight,
dripping joy,
belonging with splendor
to the Weaver
whose cloth remains untouched
by the moths
that live in the darkest caves.

Blood renewed,
sight restored,
flesh reborn,
soul alighted.

My endless journey
needs no goal.

I’ll sleep a while.
And when my strength is back,
I shall hunt again.
Because I love.

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