Compass

Compass swirls...
I am Soul,
dancing through time
ancient lines leave my fingertips
on cave walls and slabs of clay
dancing in moonlight
where green grass caresses my bare toes...

I am priest
walking in dark robes
that swirl through candlelight
on limestone and granite
winding my way into the center
where jeweled windows catch the reflection
of fragments of the ages...

I am pilgrim
in search of Jerusalem,
of the resurrected Christ and Holy Grail,
Sacred vessels that restore
my yearning for wholeness...

I am Soul,
at the turn of the millennium
hearing my heart beat for the very first time...

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