Once in Villa di bellezza e la forza.
Circumnavigating dusty rock terrain under the midday striking haze, she allowed her mind to visit the days of intricate webbed vines and orange-purple robe skies. Stucco walls painted her into a magical setting. She had always imagined she had grown from the earth that was daily turned by sweat and heart. Up above the heavens so high Villa di bellezza e la forza stood proud, she had learnt over life times to stand its equal in stature, sweat and heart.
Once when the mouth curls upward.
Taking a midsummer break, she loosened the lily leather straps that bound her feet to mind. The voice of her mother wrapped her in a sojourn ballet and whispered in her child ear, “The heart teacher wears the guise of the one who seems to walk a step behind.” Waking with every song on her heart, she undressed and confessed ‘my lessons are not done.’
Pressed against the ragged rock face she begged to see the joining of heaven and earth. An angel dressed in the skin of a wildflower opened up one petal millennium after another. The devil dressed in her red breast turned tricks. What does it all mean? She gathered her parts and the path that held her future became the perfect offering. She knew what to do.