A Song

There is no place in existence that ever

became sacred until someone sang there.

 

even if it just be a molecule. That is enough.

I hear they croon all the time

          Hafiz/ Ladinsky

       from “There is no Spot on Earth”

Tongue Twister#3 Power Shared

Who is in the tree:

Rustic
ruddy
runt

Recall
royalty’s
lavish ravish.

Morph in
mystery’s
sacred spaces’
succor.

Riddle#23 Sacred

Annika@Aquarium Walthan
Sacred

The bass is sacred
swimming swiftly
like a streak;
free to be
silver-
gills a-sparkle!

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