Sages Crossing
Sages always cross great rivers.
Going from one point to another.
Often a river would incidentally be in their path.
They would take shelter in the shade of a tree,
Narrowing, their gaze, in the midday sun, before crossing,
a diamond light highway.
Feeling, here I am.....again meeting a great river; my counterpart.
Nearby children playing, their voices lapping under hot sun....
A mother washing her new baby's head.
White sand.
In prayer. One point, then another then another, then another.
Singular points of awareness, plotted...impressed points.....beacons, and codes
heartbeats of eternity.....charting......setting marks that sing out holy notes to stars...
.........formulae, encoded and indicated nodes......concerto
Marlo
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