On Her sacred Garden

Spiritual poetry on a Botanical Garden.

I was walking 
in the garden of the Goddess,
purified 
and dressed 
by the infinity 
of the sky.

In this garden 
Born of Her lust, 
The Flower Prince dances,
and His perfume is
this stirring fire.
From Him is the Eros
that brings forth 
Life.
The seduction 
of bees, pollinating,
and the fecundity of
the sacred creatures 
in the Garden...
All come 
from His gift 
which is desire. 

I was walking 
In the Garden of the Goddess,
Cleansed and bare.
Intoxicated,
Full of desire,
Full of Him.
Who was One
With me.

I was walking...

And He led me there, 
by earnest scent 
and burning fire
to this watery 
mirror, reflecting 
the endless
of galaxies.
"Who is this God
In front of me?"
I asked, gazing
The calming surface.

"I am all that you see.
I am you, 
And you are me" 

I was walking 
in the Garden of the Goddess
and the Flower Prince 
danced to me.
In blooming,
The sacred incense 
that was His skin, 
A key to Mystery: 
"Behold! 
And look how Beautiful 
I am!" 
His dance revealed 
to me, what I cannot see: 
A Love that vanishes
within time,
Eternal and ephemeral.

The Mystery of myself.

- Botanic Garden of Padova, Italy