Shadows of great metal walls have got me stuck in the maze.
I look in the east and see warm mountains, where does that light come from?
How did I wander into rain and fog and cold?
I remember a day when I looked out from a high hill in the morning,
Thirsting for water, my bones and muscles and senses broken, I stood there.
Then I sang from my heart “come, Spirit, come” and my heart became the living sun. … READ MORE