Ever since I was a little boy I loved the golden light. I
looked for maps in yellowing books searching for its source. O it was causing
me to carve strange words in fits of lines and chaos!
I found myself within the great gorge of the dead when it
dawned on me the source was in myself. And then my love approached in
prehistoric visions of a great blue heron.
I embraced her ancient song of crystal evolution and she
embraced my life of being here and in a sudden golden flash we disappeared like
western pathfinders returning to their sea.
the song as it sings itself in the being here.....so beautifully!
ReplyDeletethank you! your comment means a lot. i am in the birth throes of a new writing project. and this is one of the first attempts.
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