In the church of Easter

I stand in the church of Easter,
Everywhere - circular candles.
And around the red-fire ribbons,
And the crosses there are scarlet.

I'm alone and feel the comfort.
Walls are in twilight and quiet.
Where are you, souls? In psyches?
Their shell are deaf and silent.

Hear the song of god's fools, wackies:
"You go Shining, You go Shining,
New Jerusalem!", and I am
Shaken and exalted by them.

The whole church is filled with rumble
Coming like from all the poets.
And in the pleasant half-darkness
All by sound-light is popped up.

He puts on The Purple Robe
The Great King, King Of Perfection,
Many-Faced, Faced in Glow,
King is Risen, All-Possessing.

As  a crimson silk it glitters -
All His mercy, so sacred.
In my chest - as a gate - open
The universe has descended.

Two of us stand, being connected:
I and - breath - the Universe.
All the time we are together,
Nothing of the world is lost,

Singing is windy and shaking.
Moment's frozen, moments's awe!
In-Carnation-In-Spiration.
Red strips, candles all in all.