Awakening as if from a dream
I turn to the news
I hear the cracking,
the rumbling
of a cathedral falling
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the stones laid carelessly.
Then,
I remember the hidden moon,
the breathing in and out of nature
And, I know that
the earth awaits
a new cathedral.
And, I know that I must
find my stone,
place it carefully
for Life waits, too.
I remember the hidden moon,
the breathing in and out of nature
And, I know that
the earth awaits
a new cathedral.
And, I know that I must
find my stone,
place it carefully
for Life waits, too.
Photography credit: Detail from an image at this link taken by an unknown photographer (originally color).
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