The Ancinet Cave
Deeply embedded in snow
Electric eye mesmerizing
In waves azure, mystical
Primordial sounds emanating
Tingling aura, hymns, bells
Pealing, appealing
Tugging at the heart
Stirring buried links
Soul beckoning
Déjà vu astonishment
Familiar and yet not so
Weather beaten pathways
The ancient cave
Ancestral haven
Magnetic
Waves rippling
Dreaming with eyes
Inwards opening
What is dream?
What is real?
Substance
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The Monk
To free my mind
I sit to unwind
Detached from tree
A mere leaf I be
Can hold them nor me
Time and tide I ever be
Stilling mind I sit still
Lotus pose daily drill
Mind’s activity to abate
Ever wiping its slate
Detached thoughtless
Purposeless- nirvana
To free mind
I sit to unwind
A monk I be!!
Note: last year during our Alaska cruise- in the glaciers we saw a huge opening and it was a glowing blue in color- it sent tingles down my spine even though I joked that Superman is going to fly out of it! I was trying to capture the feel.
Originally Published: June 23, 2010
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