Machu Picchu Meditation Swallows
of the Plaza Central gracefully loop Over
melons & squash planted centuries ago. They
are the spirit of magic worlds set free From
dark woe, impervious to ruin & the fruits of Moss
that disassemble the wings of life’s vast Heights.
It is the weight of light that lifts my Eyes––the
love of Time’s essence compressed by Stone
incomparably mortared, entombed of heart. The
sun is my gate between who I am & was Or
mountains don’t run on crystalline dreams. Such
force of awe, as awareness must clear, says The
high peaks of power are a mind like a jewel. Machu Picchu,
Peru 14 July 2000 [Published in Quien Sabe Mountain: Poems 1998-2004. © 2004 by Jim Cohn.] |
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