Dense as stone,
stubborn as thorn,
something within him
aligns with the stars,
finds solace in the tide.
Infinite and weightless,
blood dark from suffering,
my proud boy
looks into the dawn
with the fearless gaze
of an ancient son.
Dense as stone,
stubborn as thorn,
something within him
aligns with the stars,
finds solace in the tide.
Infinite and weightless,
blood dark from suffering,
my proud boy
looks into the dawn
with the fearless gaze
of an ancient son.
… thinking of the one of the many recent photos of the inhabitants of Gaza. I wish them trees, and rain, and stone.
Despite the increasing devastation on this planet, nobody is clever enough to sully or break or obscure our cosmic connections…
thank you, Don…
align with the stars indeed. The “Legend of Shamballa” lives on eternal and the spark of life gathers its own strength leading from the inside out, mans’ protestations not withstanding.
Quest for Light…the Ringing Radiance… the Sound Current within…the ancient son-part of That Whole…the indescribable solace ..the bliss…AH! The fearless Gaze of The Ancient Son!