"Stone Talismans"
I've built towers of stones
on a dusty beach,
the rapids of the river roaring
over the noise of
my sacred intentions.
.
.
Intentions set to create a
new beginning, a new blueprint,
anew.
And in the circle of trust that
was built, a central touchstone of
hope.
.
.
Hope that could create invisible boundaries
that would only serve to keep
out the negative forces of those
who say can't and won't. .
.
And in the
imaginary fortress built upon
sacred land,
there exists a multitude of
possibilities-
.
.
It is the heart of the
matter.
The matter that molds our stardust
cells and fashions us into
sentient beings.
It is the heart that longs for
roots and wings
so that it does not matter what
story the outside world
tells. .
.
This heart has been brandished
and smoothed
and wiped clean of IdENTITY.
For it no longer needs to ID itself as an entity.
There is a wild unknown that whispers in
unseen places and offers
talismans that can be held or released.
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.
"Travel light on your journey," the wind whispers.
Your answers lie in the simplicity of natural
things.
Love,
Maura♡
Photo by Maura Finn