We found a natural pool
The color of an apple martini
At the top of a waterfall
Between narrow shafts of rock
Carved by a river
Rain-swollen in winter
A mere ghost in summer
Through the giant aperture
We could see the Sun
Admiring its reflection
In a languid sea
We scooped
The jade water
Made lemongrass tea
On a portable stove
We dove deep
Into the cupped palm
Of this paradise
And sat
As our bodies cooled
And our souls rose
In their contradance
With the setting Sun
It made us know
That Paradise
Is a region
Of the soul
That will always
Exist
And proclaim itself
In these moments
When time exists
Yet does not
Death waits
But is not:
We are baptized
In wonder
And bathed
In cool eternity
That lasts for
Just this one
Moment
--Mr. Gobley
3 comments:
What an idyllic description! It's cooling to read.
I'm so glad to finally read again- you. It's sounds like a lovely place & now it will/is a part of you, always. Maybe it always was.
Thank you for sharing.
Thank you, Richard.
And Karen, i am glad to read you again, too!
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