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Saturday, November 4, 2017

prayer and travel

where the latitudes
meet the longitudes
here in this grid
moving and turning

i have no prayer
but stillness.
like a bird i follow
magnetic fields

i don‘t know
what they mean,
my journey happens,
breckon and broom,

stones and trees,
green fields and sky,
water and wind,
the scent of peat fires

i carry memories,
open to clouds and light,
all has always been
more dream than truth

all inside, in presence
i know and i don‘t name
as all grows out calling
without words

truth is nothing in 
language,it translates
all into ugliness,
prisons of the soul

my prayer is only
stillness, there
i feel you with me
like a question

i accept, and 
i will be silent.
sela.




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