in Luxor there is a temple
giant pillars inscribed
with vultures of Mut
wingspread to catch
the seed of breath
like an ancient pilgrimage
stories told in stone
how to remember
all the stories that go back
millennia born of none
other than herself
primordial and everything
from her like Avestan
and Vedic Apas
all the earth's waters
evaporating returning
to nothing out of nothing
Dear Susan, I love this unfolding of myth into truth.
ReplyDeletethat has such a strong flavour of India in it!
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