Camano Moon

Camano Moon

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Eons ago, when scarce I knew the lode was true,
I chipped away with pen and ink,
Following ancient lore that gold lay
Deep within the canyons of my soul.

Midst darkest tunnels discovering
New maps, a compass, chant, and breath,
Bringing shining hope of truth
Breathed fresh from alien lands.

The Lode was deep and wide and true;
Bearing jewels of peace, and faith, and love.
Delving deep, I sank within, and
Slowly, in dark gold, the silence fell.
    
Long days now, the tools sit idle,
Hid ’neath a cloak of silence.
Weighing their heft and form, I
Fumble to find an edge, and cut a word.

For miner’s heart still stirs,
And even Silence sings,
But in the Lode, All is One,
And mere letters flee from WORD.

                       DeepLight Anchorhold
                       6th February 2005

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