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.]




Quien Sabe Mountain
(MAP Publications, 2004)