Unwritten

Our being
a part
of this particular wave
which carried us deep
into the sacred forest
where yellow woods speak
in silence
and God's primary friends,
blue and green and
bright shock of red flight,
gathered to sing
their saw song
that sliced through
yet one
more self-image,
left me still in this
endless awe-struck,
amazed.

A labyrinth of love
which led, later,
to the land's lodestone,
Earth's lyrics laid out
in time-lapse
as we stood on a bridge
over a river called Home
and witnessed
two mating eagles
make new life,
calling out from on high
a hint about heaven,
right here,
for which I have no words.

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