Before memory,
before violence,
before the damage
and the line that separates,
before ancient stones
and walls beneath the sea
there was awareness
and the love of our ancestors
spoken from the mountain;
before the wave,
before forgetting,
a thin ray of light
awakening the sleep
that is not sleep,
the fold of forgiveness,
the beginning
of all that will remain.
Takes me back, with beautiful imagery, beyond a veil to remembrance.
This really speaks to my soul Don. Thank you.
(silence)
This is a wonderful reference to being at the edge between remembering and forgetting, from where creativity unfolds.
I must remember to be grateful for my forgetfulness.
From before” Birth to after Death” I remain! Call me by my true name.”I AM” speaks to us in human form. When the spirit of TRUTH comes upon us ALL things will be called to”REMEMBRANCE”
Serene and knowing. It drew me right in to that place “before the line that separates”.
You pierce the fog, Poet-Brother… thank you.