Forgotten Temple
And so we gather in winter dark lattice strong with sacred life as earth drums sound the heartbeat of creation. Pulse to pulse we move
January 28, 2023
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And so we gather in winter dark lattice strong with sacred life as earth drums sound the heartbeat of creation. Pulse to pulse we move
When dark gives way to day and the city stirs with the sound of machines, I pause and take inventory. Considering the peace I foster
There are things I want to give you, that I forget at the sight of your handsome face, so mature yet tender to the world
It’s not a wide path and it’s not straight. Thorns and underbrush tear at your clothing, the ground rough with stones, in some places bog.
I hang on with aging roots, the soil around me without comfort, knowing my time may have passed and I a ghost left above ground.