Wandered

Sitting illumed in candle fire surrounded by walls gazing, bricks of flesh, wonderingly if they are listening.
I speak the silent tongues of the halls beyond thoughts of mortal men...
I hear the moons thoughts in shadows of trees, whispering to the skies in light of star's.
I see Scriptures of the Ancient ones, scribed in the suns rays...
mystic tear drops falling from eyes of the rainbow.
Surrender to the mirrors reflection in stillness of Akashic reservoir scrying inner cosmos...
While drifting in Saturns rings.
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