The Corridor

Beneath the swag
Extension
Entwined
Into the singular place
There are strands
Of holders
Offering
A complex system
A spool
Of senses
Inconceivable
Linked,
Mapping,
Steering lines of light
There is verse
Within the bonnet
Streaming through,
Calligraphied
Illuminating
Each word
Upon
The guardian & bride.
Likewise
The Immensity
Is a friendly petaled bin
With room to grow.
As surely there is
Stanch verbena,
The earth is pillowed
With lichen & passion flower.
Even unto moment
By moment
The point of decision
Is a place
Not only in the mind,
But a spiritual abode
Where glory rests
As the opening of a rose
Or womb
A wild & splendorous nest
Of humming light.
This place I have been
Oh, but I yearn
To go again!

There is effortless notation
Declared in everything.

gjh.

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