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TEMPLE OF HEALING
We wander through hot desserts of sands gold,
No one dares turn dust into loaves of bread,
Picking up instead nuggets of goods sold;
Pfizer, Sinopharm, such stones that are read,
In wastelands seen of dread dungeons dark.
Repeat and be saved; the shamans heads shake,
For light overhead, awaits, broken spark.
Lips quiver in wisdom, walls roll and quake.
Oracle has spoken for our sake.
TEMPLE OF HEALING © gillena cox 2021
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9 September 2020
9 September 2015
A hopeful voice as we all look for that light overhead.
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Lips quiver in wisdom, walls roll and quake.
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Let it be so Gillena. It is great anticipation of how to go about it. Great write!
Hank
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I like you struggle with what is happening and your movement beyond to the supernatural as we all await the outcome.
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this is wise and beautifully done, Gillena.
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Wow... you turned reality into myth!
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-David [ben Alexander]
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some great rhymes you found here Gillena - and I especially loved "such stones that are read,
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Healing is on its way, here's hoping! Lovely write, Gillena :-)
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A fascinating vision. I hope that Oracle speaks truth--and that it's good news!
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We live in mythic times. You capture this beautifully!
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I trip over iambic meter in the desert, Gillena...but I know the One who can turn stones to bread!
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Epic!
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I imagine some will turn to gold and starve to death.
ReplyDeleteVery likely possibilities Björn.
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Gillena,
ReplyDeleteThe imagery here is so expressive of the singular times we live in, something that seems to harken back to soothsayers and potions and omens, adding more confusion than clarity. Beautifully expressed.
pax,
dora
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