I long for the sacred triangle
to awaken its Eye,
peer down upon me,
to be taken
into the radiant wings of Scarab,
vitalized by Sun.
O Ra!
O Nana Buluku!
Swallow me into the Serpents mouth
So that I may travel the length
his iridescent scales
~Atmospheres~
Breathe in his rainbow mist.
Replenished,
I will come forth
with fresh eyes of wonder,
conviction,
deliberation, and wisdom.
I will burn immensely
with flames of Sun
and glow softly
with waters of Moon.
Let me stand as a mirror
to any eyes that look
to any invaders,
flushed with disdain,
that they may see themselves
~360* of possibility~
reflected in a center of relativity.
I am with Age of Quartz
the essence of crystalline,
rutilated, double terminated,
a symbol of Co-creation,
Universally.
~Jewls