I was thinking of the soul
that mysterious un-proven source of being.
Thoughts came to me of a mystical place where
in the mossy ground of a sacred forest
a portal existed
below the quadrivail of four ancient rivers.
a cave deeply etched by a many ages-
the pericopic carving of rushing waters
into a clear, deep pool of a most unbelievable blue .
Precious, orange zircons formed the floor…ligures for holy men’s robes
a resevoir of more than nature's beauty
an enigma, a place of secret rites and truths
knowable, only by divine revelations.
And when the vision faded peace flowed through my thoughts-
a truth from ages past and a faith that was positive
in time and space.
For Shadow’s Word Challenge