Thursday, November 16, 2017
"The Sage Reflects" ––poem by Dorothy
The Sage Reflects
This strangeness
Has entered my head
And I no longer know
If the veils are lifting
Or if I am finallly
Entering vastness.
Such perfume surrounds me
As must have been breathed
By saints long forgotten.
I think a message
Is trying to speak through me.
Yet I cannot hear the syllables,
Soft murmurs of music,
Gentle swaying of the dance.
I think I will go into the mountains.
It is time to become a river
Or a rock,
Or a bird singing
From a single tree.
Dorothy Walters
November 14, 2017
