Jade

sulfar scented green eyed angel

calling through clouds

a circular chant that swells wind

obscuring her slightly

make light, she says

the fire will cleanse you

brought into nature through you

alive to the well within

fire bathes you

into stream of lost consciousness

identity is a rumour

all masks are the same

creating no mask

where you can play cards with constellations

or return to maya

and trumpet what you've found