Flashes of Becoming,
penetrating,
like a dream,
existence;

Flashes of Becoming,
inside the dark ocean,
incandescence,
a pure beauty,
emerging, vanishing,
seeking her destiny;

Flashes of Becoming,
pointed,
ineffable,
beatific,
like a fantasy
dying,
resurrected;

Flashes of Becoming,
proud and persistent,
whirling and swirling,
like a seductive dancer
leaping across the wet
darkness,
creating
space;
Flashes of Being and Becoming,
like a turquoise flower,
basking in the heat of
quintessence,
and
becoming,
but ripping her Creator apart,
in search of a hidden rendezvous,
inside the invisible universe,
romance, seeking absolute love;

Flashes of Being and Becoming,
penetrating, like a dream,
existence,
a pure beauty seeking her Creator,
and her Creator,
waiting,
sometimes impatiently,
with anguish and joy,
always waiting for her
creation
to
emerge,
like a turquoise flower,
suddenly
blossoming
beneath
a glorious sun,
fulfilling destiny
with the heat of
love.