Saturday, April 3, 2010

Straying

My personal Avalon, the ridge I live on.
(photo by Art Durand Photography)

Straying
4/2/10

Life is a meander
through fantastic changing terrain
while volatile fluid weather
blows, drenches, burns, chills,
within magnificent caressing beauty,
and we don garments
to ward off discomfort,
move away from storms,
are lulled by ease
into land of dreams,
the Avalon that's imagination,
wherein this outrageous Wonderland
many attractions catch eye,
invite us to stay
have dinner with possibility
enter rabbit hole potential
that slides through mists
upon our ancient knowing,
whose boggy damp hollows
can effect cellular vibration,
make blood run cold
from dread of implications,
all the effort needed
when mustering ourselves back
onto hallowed sacred ground,
this physical Earth world,
after passing beyond threshold
which separates the living,
straying soul, from Enchantment.

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