Sacred Poetry

The magnificence to which the mind surrenders…this, too, shall be crowned. Known for subtle nuances…the very essence of it all. Silk and royalty. Teal and turquoise. Peacocks and jewel-toned colors. Magnificent dynasties and empires. The Sultan awaits his concubine in his chambers. She arrives dressed in gold, her hair catching the tones of sunrays, adorned with jewels of amber and gold. Breathless, he stands, stunned by beauty he has never beheld. Soft-spoken, she captivates with colors and words. Her eyes, soft as the scent of spring; her gaze…bewitching, casting its quiet spell. Lost for words, flummoxed, he remains. For now, poetry shall descend from her tongue like summer rain, and treasures of tales from her kingdom shall leave him begging for more…like the tales of Scheherazade. She enchants. She dances. She draws from her harp strings melodies of Shiraz…a beautiful euphony painting the colors of Arabian nights. Aladdin, the tribes of Delsephine, and the subtle glow of oil lamps. All the glory and treasures of ancient empires…tales told and untold. King Solomon and King David. Bathsheba and the Queen of Sheba. The tales of the Arabian Nights. Salome. The Ottoman Empire. Queen Amina and tales of sultans from Northern Nigeria. Themes that sweeten the mind, unveiling a new myth…story and reality wrapped in the sweetness of dates, pistachios, and honey. A dynasty unveiled. Cleopatra’s euphonies…and the treasures of ancient Egypt.

How divine are you to become… to have become… to foresee a thousand blinding stars aligned upon your path as you ascend into the clouds… becoming one with the stars, the origin of the iron in your blood, the calcium in your bones, the very substance of all that you are. This, too, we shall comprehend… the beauty and bliss of the Majesty, the Creator… our all in all. Tell me of the subtle sound of the wind dancing amidst the clouds… of love dressed as a wild rose… of dancing lilies and trees grand as queens seated upon thrones. Now you have returned to the temple, communed with the divine and recited the psalms to the Creator. And now, Jupiter calls to you… the raging seas are calmed, the fresh waters sparkle with the virtues of the divine, their sultry ripples shimmering with pure bliss and beauty… the earth, a distant memory, as a new world blooms like a rosebud in spring. Beloved, now we sail the seas… diving into her depths to claim her, if only for a moment. Her world, a palace of boundless space… so like the vastness of the stars, only hers is filled with the radiance of water. Her world… we become lost within it… formless and one with her. Ah, the sea… letting go… surrendering. The nymphs, the sea goddess, the moon goddess, Andromeda of the stars… the freshwater goddess and Gaia… her beauty, my home. Her soft grasses soothe the feet; her flowers love to listen to harp serenades. Trees with stories to tell… gardens that romance the soul. Delsephine is painted in gold… the city of gold, where the Enchanted Court and Crimson Chambers hold the treasures of the infinite. And so it is… and so it shall be… for here, beauty prevails. Bathsheba crafts her herbal delights… oils, teas and soaps… delicious coconut and sunflower seeds mingled with luscious milk and honey. Here, she cleanses the body, tends the skin and hair, and entices the taste buds… while the bathwater is teased with flowers of Gaia and herbal oils that smell so divine. Gaia and Bathsheba create a story untold… a ritual of delight. And so it is… and so it is… Let the worries of the earth fade into the distance… this is home. Escape the earth… ascend to the throne of Delsephine… And when we return, we shall be… reborn.

Tell me you love me again, when the candles lean toward morning, and the last gold thread of evening rests quietly upon the page. Let the words be small and certain, like a letter kept beside the heart. [Local test poem for layout review.]

this is for love and longing

A poem brought to life through voice, music and imagery. Local test film using a copy of an existing public video.

Come paint my breast with lavender. Clothe me in the enthralling scent of sunflowers. Wrap my waist with bells of fortune, Glaze my skin with raw honey. Let the sweet glow of my naked skin Blend with the golden rays of the sun While I dance to the tune of the spirits, Pleasing the gods. The ocean bears witness That all that fills my heart is love, For it’s the only euphony my soul sings.

Crimson Chambers a rose pressed between pages, a whispered temptation, a wound you return to willingly.