ultramarine
you are now beyond the sea,
through the accordion of ultramarine.
in the looking back mirror of knowledge,
mesmerized by your strikingly blue gaze,
go on being blue in the ice, water, flame, and flower.
through the mirage of ultramarine,
emanations of light search the ten chambers
beyond profound stillness. forever deep in your pure iris
pursuing you through the eternal now desirous,
our sweet capsule of time is carved in lapis lazuli.
bloom blue flower beyond the flame,
through the accordion of ultramarine.
by Mary Whitington, mother of Frank Gaines Whitington