All I need to know
Quiet murmurs break the
silence
I fear disturbing the young boy
Outpourings of the deep
now under dim lights
And in ancient times
she appeared deranged
as her lips moved without sound
Kneeling on the hard polished stone
hand resting at the cool marble rain
feeling the years in my knees
Purple diffuses up and around
illuminating magical mosaics now
dancing and singing their
fractal originality
and soothing beauty
This place oozes with spirit
Old and new
it has been part of my cosmos
for long years
reaching out and caressing
my soul in a myriad of ghostly touches
Sister's heels
like a metronome, keeping time beside me
walks through quiet desserted halls
classrooms for practice and instruction
begun with imbedded prayers in common
The beginning of multiplicities in my matrix
a way of seeing
a way of being
There is no solo echo in these halls now
The small seed in the crucible has sprouted
to the riot of a spring cachophany
Young things chirping
Singing the song of the universe
I return
Full circle
to begin again
an unknown journey
with other travelers yet to be introduced
And the small solitary girl?
She remains my constant companion.
silence
I fear disturbing the young boy
Outpourings of the deep
now under dim lights
And in ancient times
she appeared deranged
as her lips moved without sound
Kneeling on the hard polished stone
hand resting at the cool marble rain
feeling the years in my knees
Purple diffuses up and around
illuminating magical mosaics now
dancing and singing their
fractal originality
and soothing beauty
This place oozes with spirit
Old and new
it has been part of my cosmos
for long years
reaching out and caressing
my soul in a myriad of ghostly touches
Sister's heels
like a metronome, keeping time beside me
walks through quiet desserted halls
classrooms for practice and instruction
begun with imbedded prayers in common
The beginning of multiplicities in my matrix
a way of seeing
a way of being
There is no solo echo in these halls now
The small seed in the crucible has sprouted
to the riot of a spring cachophany
Young things chirping
Singing the song of the universe
I return
Full circle
to begin again
an unknown journey
with other travelers yet to be introduced
And the small solitary girl?
She remains my constant companion.
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