Sometimes reading poetry

Sometimes reading poetry
Of my friends
Or some famous poet,
I feel so joyous
So happy, I could
Die
And go to
Heaven.

Minds are loveliest
Without bodies attached
Pure minds
Etching ecstatic intimacy
Of the soul.

Where the most
Physical act of
Throbbing passion
Its ebbs and flows,
Transmutes
To sublimity.

Holiest of holy acts
Is Being
Flesh and blood
Bodily presences
Witnessing the universe
And powering it,
Releasing
Our purest
Essence.

The core of the
Kernel
The rind
Of the shell,
And the flesh
and blood and bones
Of the whole
This house
Of heaven and
Hell

How poetry
Wraps up
The entirety
Of it All

And gifts us
Majesty
In motion

Thank you each
Magus
Of emotions.

Your imagination

Is my gold
Frankincense
And myrrh.

Bethlehem
Shines brighter
Under your mortal
Stars.

(c) Amrita Valan 2017