from an evolving collection: Temazcal: The Steam House Chronicles
A great unstitching is taking place
followed by threads being pulled through
and patterned after The Great What Could Be.
In the deep-honeyed night, a hand reaches for another.
One is burnt-umber.
The other speaks of clouds and mist.
Beneath the same canopy of sorrows,
a lightning flash
a subtle smile
We’ve been here before, haven’t we?
Paddling along Clear-Awareness River,
the smoke of remembrance envelops everyone.
We make our way home,
for another night of dreaming.
(c) 2019 / Frank LaRue Owen / purelandpoetry.com
sound: Devotion To The Shrine / The Secret Well / The Holy Fountain / Ruven Nunez
image: Igor Ovsyannykov