there is a temple in the desert
pillars prone and hieroglyphics scattered
thoughts
i am blind to meaning but listen
all I hear are my own footsteps
too loud
i stand still as the peregrine
a coptic prayer is on the wind
old as grains of sand
there is a monk hidden in rock
mind expanding beyond the milky way
release
Wow… there’s a breathlessness about this, an expectancy… beautiful.