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.
