O majestic, purple fairy stardust sky,
Teach my weeping angel wings to fly;
I’ll swiftly deliver every war child’s cry
To Compassion’s merciful ears up on high.
full-spectrum panorama of Eternity,
appears before me:
The poets and writers are trying to understand the reality of woman,
But up to this day they have not understood the hidden secrets
Of her heart because they look upon her from
Behind the sexual veil
And see nothing but externals;
They look upon her through the magnifying glass of hatefulness
And find nothing except weakness and submission.
In another occasion she said, pointing to the carved pictures
On the walls of the temple,
“In the heart of this rock there are two symbols depicting
The essence of a woman’s
Desires and revealing the hidden secrets of her soul,
Moving between love and sorrow
Between affection and sacrifice,
Between Ishtar sitting on the throne and
Mary standing by the cross.
The man buys glory and reputation,
But the woman pays the price.”
– Kahlil Gibran
In a gilded pot,
She sees flowers growing.
Like the buds, she hopes
To be seen
As more than chattel
a two legged plague
my resting place
here, and it’s gone
the unbearable and inexcusable,
anguish of a dove caught
in a torrent of hate.
God’s healing hand
caressing souls’ in despair,
even though they have given up…
a way out of no way.
passing by the pink flower and wing symphony,
a young flutist joins the celestial music orchestra.
unicorns and elves
live and breathe ~
angels tickle light,
it winks back
stars wear hats
from opal dust.
Protect and defend