luizart

Price
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oil on canvas
20" x 26"

Reborn
Through vaulted entrance where brightest light is
I find You.

How long have we journeyed unmet in shadows?
How long have we struggled
to know that paler external light
is a reflection of greater luminescences within?

I cannot remember having seen before, so many hues
in whiteness, not even when rainbow puts its arches upon
the gold of hills. I cannot remember having heard before,
angelic choirs of wind and surf or music in trees,
which rustles in leaves, and passes on, like a silver shower.

I stand amazed in after glow, in silence.

Attune to phosphorescence of stars and glow worms,
of sea and air, plants and stones; a lifetime's in an hour
and passion burns in sacred fire. Look in clear mirrors
and hearken to holy men, put an end to yearning
and let eternity's flame ignite the funeral pyre!

As our corpses spit, as bones crumble to dust, we join
in the ceremony of recalling: keening for past lives,
the falling of faded masks and fallow memories,
for the mirror of now reflects no thing, and we are
reborn in brightest light our newest song to sing.

Misha Norland