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“Sacred Lakes”



There is magic 
in your shaman bones
stories shaken like strange mojo 
busy under cover of autumn leaves 
turning burnished topaz gold 
idling unrushed roll over

in honeyed slumber

turning back hands
to face a time of 
blushing green 
you are seen 
turning naked face smiling
up towards blue sky


the warmth of his sun
breathes life back over you
nightingales sing in the 
waiting time and recall
in their waking lullabies 
times gone by 

your heart beats slow rhymes

depth charge drum softly humming
vibrations of silver crystal
amethyst shards in emerald eyes
min min lights 
spectrally guide you towards 
the lightening ridges


the core discovered, penetrating 
jade forests of deep secrets 
quiet missives pointing bones 
declarations that once condemned
lead you to open pit three parts divine comedic
where some noble grand host there sits
holding hands out to you in the Never Never land

it speaks from eyes deep as wishing wells 
cacheting fresh glistening diamonds

rising on unsteady transparent feet
silent on sacred ground
you walk el dante hushed and softly sound
holding fast to the wings
of apostle crows and angelic things

quills, falling feathers 
black as ink

ruffling fresh stories 
remain hidden in the mist
the grist milled from some new law 
sunk in sugar dissolving vinegar
now depart the season of Winter
tomes of pages like rivers

forever running into 
a mystery ocean

majestic forgiving
you are in eternal flight 
writing lines of safe passage
with the avian beaked
scribes wearing masks 
who like ghosts of abbey monks


chant chortling whistles 
leaving their footprints 
like chimney soot 
on the land of white cotton clouds
clean sheets like fresh snow
joyful and billowing yarns unravelling on lines


holding their arms out to you
gifting alms with embroidered edges
coloured with dreams
washing out 
the nightmare things
of long ago


you are invisible
just a breeze on the 
land of others’ forgotten dreams
seeking an illusive lion 
with golden mane and - never ending, 
you see reflections


of you this being in the being
of this single thing you deem
noble unreachable 
you take time to fear
and bow before holiness
in the pools of magic 

you see

through reflection 
stares back at you 
through shadow eyes
alone, ancient and tired 
in sacred lakes 
of safe kept memories


there is magic 
in your Shaman bones
you will stir 
pools of love reflecting 
in the eyes of those 
who love you


the forgotten
stand by brooks and 
in the music of the life it took
they run their minds like 
absent fingers 
through the fabric left

all becomes one
open and telepathic

in stories of the 
once were you


(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)






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The Divine Comedy.

el dante .... but then again,
al dente

"The Divine Comedy" by Dante Alighieri (begun 1308 - completed 1320)
https://www.gutenberg.org/files/8800/8800-h/8800-h.htm


https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Divine_Comedy
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