They all speak
about an ecstatic Love,
embellished with rainbows and butterflies,
And I am here
with my pained red rib-cage torn apart,
open-wide, to the fingers of my Select Pianist.
Like a Master and its Piano –
I am ready to perform the Great Song,
in Union with the Divine and with Myself.
I am here – all – blood and thorns.
Re-enacting a violent Crucifixion
that is followed by a majestic Resurrection!
-Not a beautiful view!
-Not what you want!
But – authentic.
Killing the Mask.
Bearer of Self-Love.
Poem: Tamara Solomon
Image: Salvador Dali, ‘Christ of Saint John of the Cross’