CHRIST OF SAINT JOHN OF THE CROSS

When spirit performs
penance in the flesh
It lifts the carapace
to the tomb of the sky,

Lain in silence
upon the cosmic cross
Love redeems
the abysses of death.

Buried in the catacomb
of our cells,
The wined blood throbs
within our veins,

Crystal in the white
heat of bliss,
Gathering all
to the last oneness