A Transformation Poem by mark anthony st. rose

Into a God I slowly become,
my hands transformed an angel eagle wings
and like a bird I soar
like stars suspended
my mortal thoughts.
My flesh is pierced by the Divine,
now I know the secrets of the Unborn,
see the glimmers of the Unseen worlds,
and feel the burnings of Invisible Suns.
I then shed the earth like the tree its leaves,
or like the dying rose its petals;
yet still I live to embrace a new dawn
spawned by the impenetrable heavens.




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