Detached
Seems so
Permanent

Birds fly
while tigers dance
to the sound of
dripping rain

All I can do
is write it
and hope it won’t
be tamed.

Tonight I disappear
back to the land
of my ancestors

Back to the land
of pyramids
and burial sites

Back to the land
of zealots
and sacred rites

Of hallowed halls
and moonlit nights

Of alabaster,
smooth and white

And as I walk
through corridors

Foreign glyphs
paint walls and floors

A tongue I do not
comprehend

Knowledge I can’t
Understand

.      .        .

I finally returned...
Only to find
this too is tainted.

Seven stone obelisks
Seven stone walls
cover the valley floor
in silver and sapphire

Monoliths
Sentinels
watching and
absorbing

Things live
and things grow
while They stand
unwavering

Every year
the valley floods
and They disappear
beneath the lake

And every year
They emerge
from their slumber;
Their deep thoughts

To think is to breathe
To understand is to feel
I inhale all spirits
and exhale the world.

The stars are made up of
your ears and your eyes
The space in between
is the stuff of your mind.

There is no Heaven
and there is no Hell
There is only what we
create for ourselves.

Given the choice
I'd fall from the sky
and shatter the Earth.

If only my voice
could open your eyes,
deliver your birth.

When vict'ry brings pain
what have you gained,
what have you lost?

Does anyone stop
to see what we've got,
to think of the cost?

****** by a tree
seems funny to me,
that we would be spurned.

For wanting to know
why everything grows,
for wanting to learn.

The place I want to go
is a place that I have known
for years.

The Gate is big and white
I am humbled in its sight
but tears flow from my eyes.

I revel in its majesty.
You see it and fall to your knees.
You reach to touch it gracefully
but you remember you forgot the key.

Never free.
You are never free.

But you've reached this hallowed place
beside an ancient lake
of blue.

The midnight's silver sun
still remains the only one
to show you what's inside.