The roar of a Stone King worshipping Mother who is Earth-----the celebratory dance of Her other elementals all around Him-----He is shown the respect of the Gods, as karmic balance is brought to the imbalances manifested on this planet by man ...
Krakatoa
Transient colors fling
amid a circle of unfolding
insect-wings, pacing
under the silent insomnia
of luminous stars.
Dipping waves of rings
aerial whispers of purple
spins, sink
into ever-mingling dyes
of purest play.
Transformed cones of speckled
white, pumice falls by sacred
rite,
as mystic creatures
maze and guide the way.
Dancing fires celestials know
a watchful sprite salutes
and shows,
the varying vanities
that hang in bluish air.
A wise man's passion,
a vain man's tale,
a sylph that warns the pitying
audience
the threats of fate;
while Themis suspends her golden
scales, weighing the wits of men,
directing pungent grains
of ash and dust
with angst and hate.
