The Holy Voice

the crystal clear, (w) holy voice

that arises from the golden Christed heart

this is the invitation to You now

(the time is here, my child)

take your time to lovingly

unwind the red threads embedded in flesh

wound around your clavicles,

suffocating your bloody arteries and 

rhythmically pumping veins

pulling them out, like bloody thorns,

from the fascia between your sternum and ribs

gingerly loving them, kissing them, blessing them

and placing them in a bowl of water

wincing every single time--

and unbinding, still

because with every thread you dissolve

and every thorn you remove

the breath deepens

the ribs expand

the heart beats with aliveness

and Life flows again

deeper 

and 

wider

until the light of a golden dove

darts unexpectedly from the

center of your golden heart

and out of your throat

like honeyed nectar

singing neverending

enchanted songs

of 

liberation