The runes of light and life,
where the mind flies hither and yon,
see the knowledge bound in land’s trails.
Planets above wave to our shores;
everything a slowly creeping composition.
Thank you to the trust of vectors,
your lines connecting shrines
in certain nodes of earth’s unknown curves.
I sidle up
to the welcome embrace of these places
while wearing sheer masks–
whose impressions I can see,
who invite us more to be.
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This poem was published in the New Agora online journal, January 24, 2020. Such a gesture represents an extraordinary crossover between the white-positive and conscious/spiritual/alternative health spheres. The times are changing.
This poem was published on the Atop the Cliffs poetry journal on December 20, 2017
Painting: Mountains and Alpine Lake, A. Baid c. 1910