Ruminating Rumi. He said love turns copper to gold. He said the most secure place to hide a treasure of gold is in some desolate unnoticed place. Why would anyone hide treasure in plain sight? And so it is said, "Joy is hidden beneath sorrow."

A Thousand Pieces of Gold

cracked the code
of dogma's demise
alchemical intelligence
the mind's luster brilliant
with community intend

lucrative dreams
a thousand pieces of gold
hidden from minatory predators
milltail splashing the current of
water from the mill wheel

pneumatic mural
where everything flies
and nothing is bound
where rebellion defies
religious dogma

silver melting spoons
rise above the flame
pouring out the poltroons
coward impurities assayed
into spiritual beads of rosary

temblors shake consciousness
tabu pillars crumble
recalcitrant we are privileged
non-tacit with no inclination
to be silent

brass cow bells
tinkle calling etheric
oxen to the milking gods
filling the silver pail in
cosmic litres

litmus papers testing
deception's acid
blue dyed ascension
rising on a magic carpet
rich with a thousand pieces of gold

Copyright Ms. Sage Sweetwater, Celebrity firebrand lesbian novelist