Honey Of The Physical
Sonnet
Sep 7, 2018 · 1 min read

I grew out of Her vast, sunlit gaze,
Which looks thru the matrix of embodied life;
She is the reason of my existence,
And the cause of its friction of force luminous.
My body carries the memory of Her physical,
The honeycomb-pattern of Her endless mutation,
And the scent of Her fragrance immortal
In the mysterious act of a happy contagion.
The negating depths sear with opposing pain,
Threatening decay and death unimagined:
Her all-conquering Will transfigures the lower equation,
While her golden shield protects me from the painful night.
She is the honey of my physical,
The ambrosia of the deathless All.

