Verum, sine Mendacio, certum et verissimum:
Quod est Superius est sicut quod est Inferius
et quod est Inferius est sicut quod est Superius,
ad perpetranda Miracula Rei Unius…
A hunter with a big net
Catches stars falling from the Milky Way.
He keeps them in a basket of full of moons
Circling love like the seasons,
As You weave the threads of sunrise
Like a waking wave of kisses
Skipping the stones of my heart
And rippling through my flesh
As only the horns of heaven can.
You, outlined in fireflies, watch the moon
filling, fulfilling… strumming the sun into prose.
A man flies into an ocean, feet first,
His wings melt into fins,
neck stretching skyward, like a swan’s,
In truth, certainly, most veritable, as above, as below,
I can’t decide if the Emerald Tablet
Is his ticket to transformation
Or just the whim of a mythic man
Who discovered his reflection in Orion.
simply walk up the sky,
like a star,
to be named
by my discoverer.
© Arica Hilton 2004