Portal to My Inner Sanctum

The path I am walking
is a Spanish-style tiled-Mosaic:
Evergreen,
Burgundy,
Chartreuse,
Burnt Orange,
Brown;
a smorgasbord of sexy cedars,
mature maples,
perky pines,
and buxom birches.

Bits of intuition
break-through
like bulbous
white-robed toad-stools
bursting forth
from a sentient Earth.

The portal to my inner sanctum
is a salmon-colored-canopy-inferno,
a blazing, towering opulence,
lifting my heart and Spirit to Assisi-like levels,
revealing to me
the profound beauty that is released
with the death
of what is no longer in-season in my life.

by Kathryn Preston on Sunday, October 07, 2012

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