The faith of the Paracas is found
In the wet dark of the puquios of Nazca
In fields sown by the bright star of the Eagle.
Moon rise to dawn,
Under a lyre
Strung with pain and yearning.
I walk a long prayer of motion
On the paths of offering.
Watching the stars,
Waiting for their alignments
To pierce my body with their fire.
And trace my lines back
Through flesh and blood,
Igniting my vision.
There is no hell hot enough
To tame me
There is no heaven luminous enough
to deny my sight.
There is no well deep enough
From which I cannot fill my cup.
Stillness descends from within,
The fire expended into ember.
I open my eyes to see a world I did not begin in.
They are drawn into the blue rift
Now opening in the east,
A brief scent of ocean’s memory teases the air,
Leaving this hard stone ground gasping for more
Only to be profaned by the returning sun.
em davidson, 2016
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Only put off until tomorrow what you are willing to die having left undone.
Guernica, Pablo Picasso
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Serbian artist Endre Penovác
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O sages standing in God's holy fire
As in the gold mosaic of a wall,
Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre,
And be the singing-masters of my soul.
Consume my heart away; sick with desire
And fastened to a dying animal
It knows not what it is; and gather me
Into the artifice of eternity. WB Yeats
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dreaming of sunreturn
landscape | Yamal night… | by silent_candle | http://ift.tt/1QkkT4c
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Australia by John White
Via Flickr:
Australia
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want to explore my galaxy?
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