Germination

Hope of new breath

rustles through thin twigs.

Bathed in glistening light

pleiades are dancing

with a bouquet of magic herbs

on blank stone

athanor.

Divine virtue of loneliness

hardships in full graces

in a mesh cage of emanation

nails are being hammered into the soul

construction of an glider

with which the soul leaves the exosphere.

An outstretched hand

which is being grasped

embraced

letting oneself falling

absorbed into love

as if you greets the sunrise

being the first and only one

 all leaving behind on medium coeli

beholding

and praising in clarity

and apotheosis.

A paso doble

above the top of the head

in swirls of thousand wings

white lotus is gleaming

melting into transfiguring noise.

Paen

from the beginning of the world.