Sacred sites A brilliance surrounds the sound The sound of musical silence I arrive where we met In the faith and candor Where my many ancestors First pronounced my name Showing me the hills of Carcassone and Monségur I feel the circle of flame I arrive somewhere we met Here in the moon land Many who travelled the sand And the blistered geysers Of Atacama desert Show me their hands Even the French tourist Who jumped and perished I arrive where we met Spirit drives me at large Shows me the intricacy of a barge That once made out of reeds Created the weaving of lives Building and building together I arrive where we met Sacsayhuaman with the Inca That loved the sun so much In the fountain of his life Quoriquente the bird of gold Who sings to paradise What stories he is told And the condor of fire Who flies beyond my heart I arrive where we met Silence of darkness Behind closed eyelid Where does it lead ? Aramu Muru The lone stargate Where once I placed My vibrating forehead I remember I arrive where we first met With The song of Mu As the only soundtrack For a beating heart . Inès Andrade-Maricle 1/06/15 Aramu Muru photos by Vanya
Posted on: Wed, 07 Jan 2015 06:49:53 +0000
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