seeing through stones

exploring new shores, new dimensions,
occurrences never explored nor mentioned,
questions flow forward as south migrates north,
direction’s found as i move forth,

embracing the sound of chants uttered and felt,
retracing the mounds and alters I’ve knelt
upon reaching beyond while searching for the divine,
seeing teachings respond while perching on signs,

beauty is what I hold gently on my palm,
duty is born bold, deftly carries on in calm
measured paces carry me past the faces and places
that crafted the mazes cast as aces in my paces,

walking on as the scenes change from outside of me to in,
stalking on as my water glass fills quickly to the brim,
i know you as questions line your eyes mixed with lies,
i see you try to hide behind the murals anesthetized,

I hear the wind constantly surmise
as it blows by it screams
wake up and see,
wake up and be,
wake up motherfucker
and be what you dream