silent scream of the butterfly

silent scream of the buddha beam
piercing the screen of myriad mist
like a firefly in a cloud

the right twist in the the tongue of fire
the right attire: naked like thunder
receiving the great sweet wonder:
the motherflower opening wide
and wild with milk of the sky
filled with no-man and no-mind
virginal but ardent like wine
making love to the heart and to the eye
in the beat of an immense bird
that shakes the earth to its core
where rises a burning rose
in its beak as big as a planet
the flame that destroys and kills
but also a wave that makes place and cleans
for a sea to kiss with joy
and bind an alloy
with the star the snake and the sky