| Ever vigilant-- at night, outside a frosty window pane, at dawn, perched on the roof hip in the rain, at noon, hovering on waves of heat, in dreams, sponging up chaos to a beat, in silence, waiting for the next question, in work, scouting the horizon-- I am with you, the Guardian. I wait, not like Erebus for quarry to raft the Styx, but to heed every call when the Self ceases to exist. When the mind becomes a tool, not an everlasting nest, to clear one last fearful obstruction-- I am with you, the Guardian. Though I may seem invisible, and many lodge me in fable. I am no airy illusion, some potion to cure confusion. Suspend incredulity and nervous mirth-- your soul’s waiting to give birth. When the ego seems useless and plebeian-- I am with you, the Guardian. |
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2001, Utah alabaster 21" x 10" x 11" For sale: $3,000 |
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