ceiling of temple with light openingThe Secret Place

Along the journey to the secret place
Torment may be permitted for a season
In order to strengthen us and keep us low,
But eventually everything falls away.

There is relief

When true sustenance appears.

In the secret place
A water stamp remains.
We are safe here
Stargazing amongst lilies.

A lustrous dolomite floats
Beyond the planked moonscape
Of bread and inked Kalina
Covering a toile of valley.

A silvered horizon is
Dovetailed together
Cypresses roll beneath
Immersed in liquid sky as spoons.

Enter into the secret place
Where Faith has tiny hands
A heart-shaped mouth
A bloodied cap.