Returned to the Silence
Did I leave something behind on the far east journey, the now here out of focus and dreamscape so real? With old Earth close I
July 25, 2012
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Did I leave something behind on the far east journey, the now here out of focus and dreamscape so real? With old Earth close I
The cave at Tiger’s Nest once birthed a Llama guarded now by fortress stone, jagged cliffs and scores of chanting monks. We climb the rain
Open now the inner gate to what is forgotten beyond the rim of the too worn world, an ancient image disturbing who would rather sleep
Off the main river in the back channel behind cottonwood island, dark water and dank air; tracks of raccoon and deer along a muddy bank,
I rest upon the rock like an old bent nail watching her changing face, of eddy line and standing wave, the swirls where tide meets