I was born when I was old, reached youth in old age, and finally dissolved myself in the maternal body of God when this man died. This man is a star seed – where did he come from? He fell from the indeterminate. Jung

I
I was old when I was born.
I only reached my childhood in old age.
I feel the ancient flower blooming on the other side of the wind. 
The flower looks like a bird.
I am a bird.
I am a flower
I am a woman.

II
Look at this woman now.
How deep runs her beauty-marked
with the intaglio of precious life.

III
Her body is filled with stories.
Wherever the wind touches her wild, wise body,
the stories tumble out.

IV
Her sacred, beautiful body plays
with the blue flame of the strelitzia flower
and dances with the orange tongue-petal of interconnectedness.
She is radiant.
Her body is transparent fire, simultaneously far and near.
She Glimmers the intelligent consciousness of the rhizomes,
the source, the origin.
Maybe she is an image of thought,
of a network of multiplicities.

V
I am the flame of the fire of fearlessness.
I am the oblong leaf born on a long leafstalk
gathered by threads of red gold.
I am wisps of shimmering secrets.
I am the silent breath in the shared
origin of all living things.

VI
It encourages my spirit to explore the textures
and manifold manifestations of the birds-of-paradise flower.
I saw the flower’s bract, shaped like a boat,
flowing on the crimson waters of the bruised moon,
the blood of the universe transformed into the deepest darkness.
The Three Graces dream of themselves
so bitterly humble in a time when they were given the way to the skyline.