Cave Lif

What we can experience in the shade,


if we listen to the ancients’ fever,
the ceaseless echo of passionate voices
crying out through the walls:
that remain silent
upon first glance,

Is that all chronicles of humankind
Are entombed in the muscle of earth:
It can’t be heard unless it is sought through
It’s own course of peace…

& we enter, our birthplace,
The doors to experience

This opening,
& awaits the place that we escaped…

Did we find meaning, we wonder,
But I know & you know:
Here lies the mystery…

Presented in a circle.