resounding
visible or not
night time or day light
the silver
shimmering
gong
of the moon.
Anahata.
Throb and thring
of the unstuck.
Tongue cleaves
to silence.
Inner doors
open outwards.
Drinking the revolution
of the planets,
the resonance
of Time.
Visit the interior of the Earth:
there shall you discover
the Stone of the Philosophers,
the moon of your deserted dream,
the sun of the golden day,
the river that whispers with the voices
of all possible gods….
In love with the last stanza!!
You make it sound like somewhere I really want to go –
right now!
Thanks! The longing , long longing, of the not quite real, the painting of memories, the pull of transcendence…. Perhaps