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By terry39 Date: 2001 Aug 07 Comment on this Work [[2001.08.07.02.46.2903]] |
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The canyon lies quiet Red rock, sacred and forever A sentinel to time and ancient balance And the water flows Silent and deep As it carves the stone Indelible images, hidden and arcane And she steps to the edge of the water Cautiously stepping from stone to stone Arriving at the center to take her place in the flow of nature Where she knows peace may find her And unburden her heavy heart Her cares cast to the water Where cleansing is full and perfect And requires only faith. But then faith is something she has been slowly losing Because faith requires strength And she has grown weak Oh, so weak from such a cruel callous world Where every day brings a new trial And every week the mountains grow taller She lost sight of the peaks months ago And now only marvels at the clouds she sees there So her troubled spirit has led her here To the sacred red cliffs And the soothing babble of the flowing, life giving water That seeps to the soul Unwinding the dragon twisted there Claws dug in tight Shards of glass that slowly break As she loses herself to the Ka And whispers her secrets to the willows That guard the cliffs as they have from time untold. And her tears fall silently As she is unaware that her cheeks are wet For her spirit is no longer grounded to the rock But mingling with the cosmos Seeking Searching For that singular heart that understands And would taste every tear as his own And hold every single one as a precious icon To his own disgrace For allowing it to spill Allowing her ivory cheek to feel the sting of salt And she does not feel the raindrops that begin to fall As the universe seeks to mask her pain That others will not see such a site With blinded eyes And hardened heart. And he sits in meditation White sands burning hot Desert heat pulling forth his sweat As he seeks to center his world That has gone so wrong of late Peace so elusive So far away But this is a dance of olde For he has been in this place time upon time And knows the persistence it takes To conquer the weakness of mind That he has fought all his life And yes He is there A visitor to the white once again Where his soul might find renewal Before his spirit crumbles to dust Like so many things of the desert That forgot the sacred path of life And the holy way of the White. And in all honesty he already knows the problem He is not whole now He is missing the other half She who would complete his heart And heal the wound there that constantly flows Dark red ichor Seeping into the sand Turning his desert into a maroon wasteland Devoid of hope Devoid of love Save that that comes in his dreams And carries him to sweet succor In the deepest of nights And fills every void Holding him tightly til the dawn. And suddenly he hears something new Something that makes every small hair stand on end For at first he thinks it is music Until the deep reaching sadness touches his heart And he recognizes weeping So potent So deeply sad That he feels his own tears falling In a steam of salty pain That rends his heart in a way he has never felt before And without a thought as to consequence He lets his mind reach out Connect Touch the heart that is slowly breaking his own To offer solace Of a kindred spirit, open heart. And her tears slowly stop As the rain washes away every trace Leaving her face cleansed Just as the babbling water has cleansed her soul And it is then When her mind feels only the White of the universe That she feels his touch Tentative and tender Yet so oddly familiar that her heart opens And reveals her every dark pain and secret To the other And his touch lightens As he gently caresses her essence And fills her spirit without demand And without a care She lets her heart reach out To meet his half way And begin to know her other half For indeed Ka has turned The universe has ordained a deep change this day One she had long dreamed of When she would meet her love in her dreams And capture sweet love for a time Bringing a smile To the light of day And perhaps this night She will dream again And rest with assurance That the sleepers have awakened And reunion is but a heatbeat away For thus it has been ordained As Ka turns. |