One look of love in my direction
causes spontaneous combustion.
Sparking a blaze to my tender heart of kindling.
A wild fire spreads into every dry cell.
A multitude of volcanoes
erupting causes ashes to block
the sight in my right eye.
Now that eye sees only inside.
A glowing ember escapes
from time to time and beauty
rises from the sad ruins.
The inside seeing eye
beholds the mystery
and the milky way and
wonders what to do
about all these stars
and all this space.
The love lights up the sky
with your story.
One of skeletons, antlers, butterflies,
and alchemy with morning tea.
Yours is a reality where the Matrix
embraces as a mother holds
her child to her breast for
nursing. I choose this reality
and you.
Our Lady of Fire and the Milky Way
Painting by Shiloh Sophia McCloud
