Tuesday, June 24, 2014


Beyond a curtain of tears and shadow,
one stumbles through the dark into rapport.

Who refracts light in moments of stillness,
dances 'round the sun, and spins with the spheres,
is the curve of a droplet's meniscus,
kindles the fire between music and words?

Whose name burns in flame as incandescence?
Earth, air and water conceal immanence
where spirit is the place of a presence;
there breathes a whisper, "You are beloved."



4 comments:

bluestorm said...

Wonderful!

Iulia Flame said...

Thank you. bluestorm. It's one of those pieces I'm not strictly satisfied with as a poem, but I somehow wanted to convey what is not easily translatable.

bluestorm said...

This piece speaks to me of the mystery in a genuine connection, spontaneity,
its source beyond comprehension . . . "earth, air and water conceal immanence / where spirit is the place of a presence;" . . .

Iulia Flame said...

Thank you.

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