Polymnia, you are everywhere, veiled beauty,
and when you sing, you sing the truth:
that every action is an intricate hymn,
from the hum of particles dancing as atoms
to the choreography of the body’s cells
and the lightning-quick fire within us.
May we hear your words’ droning hum within,
coax them from our contemplations,
mute the noise of desolation and desertion —
silence a hymn we should never have uttered.
Now. Let the light dance, Goddess, into notes:
melody and counter-melody, verse and chorus,
focused and intent on the presentation of the Gods,
as colorful and layered as sunrise’s dawn-pattern,
as wondrous as the dusk-pattern of sunset’s clouds,
veiled, yet open, honey pouring down over the head,
honey dripping down over the shoulders,
its sticky light warming all within cozy,
hope pattering the box of my chest as it falls.
Let the beauty of what is open forth its everything
liberated from the cage of staffs with breath.
🤍
KALLISTI 