the promise
the promise
hidden in the fruit
loosed fear
upon the consciousness
the four rivers
could not wash it away
though the light was on
and we saw all we needed
the dark offered more
we toiled the soil
earnestly
but the fruit
did not satisfy
we adopted ritual
in hopes to evoke
an awakening
an understanding
of how to retrace our paths
back
we saw the Fire Bush
that still burns
within the essence
of our yearning
for eternity
and we feel the calling
the golden thread
is not found
in the Temple of Bricks and Mortar
go ye to the Temple of Breath
burn the dross
worry not the cost
of losing one’s self
for in the center of your garden
likes the promise
17 July 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.
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