Follow me not
My destination is the unknown beyond
The cloud of unknowingness
Beyond the mists of time
Cling not to me
I scorch to sparkling cinders
Or freeze cells to lift them
Throwing them to heavens pink
Look not at my screen
I would have disappeared into
Olive groves which furl and unfurl
At the touch of sound
Come not to my gate
No-one is there
Entice me not
With tickets to a show or
Gifts of rosy chocolates
Meals in front of the fire warm
Sweet almond nougat in pretty boxes
Orchards of ripe berries, yellow butterflies
Dark rooms filled with secrets
And silky amber scarves
Make no promises of what I desire
Is what will appear
Embroil me not in beautiful passions
And soft golden hair
Where ruby notes of divine music
Warms my marrow
Take my gifts of tears
And be gone into rows of grapevines
Herbs and butternut
Where I am free I do not exist
There dwells what you seek
And what you seek is an
Illusion of light which dies and lives
In one moment of ecstatic rainbows
To touch it is to know it
In a second
When whiffs pass you by
In a flutter of dragonfly wings
The search is done
The face of God seen
A message clear
Journey dissolved.
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