In reed I renewed myself
13-14 April 2015
The sun waved to clouds
That tremulous followed it
Between rays and blues
Shades of hope and fear washed me
With oncoming deliverance
Banyan trees reached out
Strong wooden arms lifted up
Inviting fibres
Connected synapses rushed
With memories of a lifetime
The ocean stretched out
Its salty water drenched all
With crusts of white foam
As memories flowed silver
All golden thoughts ebbed away
Imperial pine trees
Glanced down on reeds that flew light
Silken, unbroken
In reed I renewed myself
And the sun kissed my lashes
Gurdjieff And De Hartmann – Songs of Sayyids and Dervishes
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