Monday, 3 September 2018

My Heart Knows Where I Really Am


My heart knows where I really am,
Here with you
Beloved Ancients


It is a smooth sculpted hollow in stone.


I know that you are never far from me,
But I honour you here, today
In this place


Hard & dark as slate or river red & scallop sculpted


Mother Earth!
You are not what we think you are,
You are deeper than we can know


I do not need to pretend to understand this universe.


The age of the rocks that are the bones of this our land
Leads me to the timeless
Unborn place


My own deepest nature unites me with this jagged shore.

This poem written on the Isle of Man, August 2018. Photos by Barry.

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