Shadows past

Shadows past

10 October 2017

Courtesy George Redhawk

 

Crimson flash

A heart beckoning

Heat waves crust

Turns to ash

Head reeling regenerates

The organ from sting

 

Bent at core

Arrow is blessing

Wanting more

Needing none

Pointing to where all the fun

Ends in unearthing

 

Shadows past

Glimpse of yesteryears

Skeletal

Immortal

Traces of forgotten fears

Now paid in arrears

 

Reading of the poem: 

Courtesy George Redhawk and Antonio Mora

Deep listening – Rumi (translated by Coleman Barks)