She makes tea

She makes tea
and on the other side of space,
where not to shine the rays,
creates and overthrows kingdoms.
She makes delicious tea
to the tea party of the universe,
and a candle is burning on the table
the core of the Earth is hotter.
Steam and aroma over the cup
at the bottom - rhubarb jam.
She is at the gate to rebellious hell.
She keeps Creation.
She's stirring tea
rotating a thousand universes.
She is a non-fictional Paradise.
She is the delight of the inspired.
And she was given branches of palm trees,
and they stung my soul with a whip,
and hammered steel into the heart,
and crucified with that cross.
Resurrecting with the love of the Son,
She resurrected the entire Earth.
Whoever tastes his juice and bread,
the Power will fill Her.
She breaks off the bread
admiring the meek flowers.
The sky is a clear crescent moon.
There is a pink flame on the tile.

Mayorov Oleg