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Sunrise at Stonehenge

June 15, 2021

Woken early by dreams, I watched the sun rise, wrote these words:

Sunrise at Stonehenge

I sit on this van-home step
as the sun rises over
the prehistoric Stonehenge monument

last night I dreamed
I became the stones
(I walked right into them / my heart was called)

I search for words
(in the voice of three crows)
and they are prophetic:

How well do I know my heart?
How can this knowing serve the whole?

The polarisation
of light & shadow is a rough knot
of wood I struggle to smooth

a path is illuminated

bare feet grip cool earth
the skylark sings
I am whole.

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