This journey of life…is a rope
Tied round a loin as girgle –
Guiding it’s pride.
It’s no longer a rope but a stride
To be a circled rainbow…
It may be viewed by your insight
To see sun in his core
To see moon in her heart
As spectrum spies through your eyes
To read each poem before you leave…
Though you listen
To the voice of the earth,
Listen to your soul –
Will your soul melt
By what this earth has sown?
Listen to silence, to whispers;
To’d hiss of dragon in pretence –
Crawling through your mind,
Making this new world of temptation
Knowing to whom you are
As satan dwell in the midst of hell
Dwell with the breed of thought
Where idea was captured and caught…
Hnmm…will you hug your lonesomeness
Of being, in the meadow, My Son?
Much have I said, my Son,
What will you…(Continue…)
©Natur’s Pictur N’quill 2016.