Sunday, July 15, 2012

A Cycle...........Full circle

Sacrificial lambs hang out to dry in the cloistered courtyards,long since deserted, on the eve of the shift, as the cycle of reciprocity comes full circle.

Iconic stones surround the circle as newcomers enter and wonder at the dredged emotionality that spews forth from their guts without knowing why.

Masks hang sublimely, on the walls staring forth, across a landscape in the voiceless silence.

Provocation to act decisively is subdued by the excessive chatter that pervades the existence in the present.

In the blazing sunlight, the stars are but a distant memory.

Caught in the quicksand of imagination, the illusion of reality, becomes the reality.

Lavender paths release their aroma, tantalising the reality.

Hedged animals stare eternally on a distant horizon.

Rosebuds flutter in the wind metamorphosing, as they scatter themselves through the obliviousness of the unconsciousness.

Permeated desires hang, onto the gossamer like threads of hope.

Empowered manifestations ooze through the pores.

Dusty adobe structures adjust and calibrate themselves at the onset of sunset as the candles ignite and the dancing shadows await their time to blossom forth in the shimmering light.

Flat stones, baked daily in the sands of alchemy levitate, off the cooling earth and vibrate into the darkness of the night.

Metal pots boil away with prepared elixir, as the eager well serving hands mix, until a fine paste is achieved.

Talking ravens vent their message to all who choose to hear.

Baying hounds still themselves in the silence.

Delicate blossoms release their emotive and poignant aromas into the parallel of stillness.

Tremors shake the ground in the gaining momentum of the swing shift.

Side-walk wall flowers enjoy the acrid inhalation of smoke and drink the slightly bitter black gold.

Cathartic singers project their emotive words and transport the listeners to a time where all was simple, by comparison.

Brushed with the rolling thunder and lightning, the organism feels alive for the very first time.

The periphery dissolves while the essence and meanings float across with succinct clarity.

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