The Sanctum of the Andes

a poem inspired by a dream. It kind of wrote itself

 

From the grinding measurements of civilization’s brutal machinations,
at sunrise, I followed white beacons of cloud to a map-less country,
across a road, fields, a river, vast desert, and into the depths of the Andes.
Upon the stairway to the sky, thirst pressed me to the mythological corridor.

It opens to a roofless patio, a place above who I knew as myself,

carved of quarry, smoothen by millenniums of meditation,

a place the world cannot reach.

 

Herein are formulas, music unwritten, liquid elixirs, companionship;
a sanctuary built at one of earth's few centers of magnified power,
for shamans, healers, the wounded, searching for a source at surface,
for those who’ve trekked across continents and ages, surrendering much
to perfect their art, stir pages, sacred foreign scrolls, merging histories,

unto the hour the songbirds will be released across the oceans,
soaring, gliding, until they find every vision seeker.

 

Days, centuries, tapestries interwoven, quietude, regeneration.
Here entrances lead to springs in sun-reflected gemmed caverns,

where the echoes of elements and colors are perceived.

Often we behold the sovereign snowcapped peaks afar,

bringing to mind the founding, ... when no one was alone.

We rest, learning from the ever murmuring waters,

cascading the walls of many chambers, gathering in pools. 

Here we submerge into oblivion, and rise renewed.

 

There are those that come and go, and those here long before us,

whose understanding is grounded in the earth, and held in the cosmos.

They greet us - the Natives - the ancestors of humanity;
Incas, Mayas, and Primordials of stone, sand, rain, and sky;
the dark-umber stewards crouch, and stand atop faraway crags,
safeguarding the realm of reality, descrying the horizons,

spearing the silence of time with roaming songs,

to return to the First World, before memories.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[ReadsAtDances]

There has always seemed to be something special about being in the mountains, though I have never had the chance to visit the Andes. This poem seems to highlight beautifully that feeling of wonder that mountains invoke. Thanks so much for the great poem.

[Kuandio]

thank you for the review. Indeed, I find mountains to be the most majestic, and mysterious places on earth

[MoriartyMesa]

Considerari potest per cogitationes hominis futurum realiter

[SquinklaPsyOps]

The poem can be about a spirit trying to infiltrate a person's train of thought by masquerating itself as the inner voice.

[Kuandio]

What a relief that would be!

[Rene Salinas]

What a Journey Kuandio! If you live over here (U.K) most don't realize the magnitude and extent of the Andes. All the way from Ca to hmmm Chile? or Argenina not sure there.... But not just about the Condors and Llamas and well I won't go all national geographic on it becuase really what is worth pointing out is that the intentions from thousands of years ago was that some of those mountain will serve as a place of sanctuary and observation. This is were your writing becomes almost prophetic in nature. True he closest and clearest place for Observatories is the"Moon desert". But I think if I may take a stab at some of the more wisdom like qualities of the writings is that you may be pointing out at the mayans. Or the incarnation of the Incas which got to Peru and history says decided to stop there as they encounteres uncivilized opposition across the border. They buil and a place of mistery. Until today only theories, only dreams and movies and very few facts about what really was that they were after.

Enigmatic

Thankyou

[Kuandio]

Thank you. I've lived down there, but it's been quite awhile. The poem was totally inspired by a dream recently. The Andes start somewhere north of Peru, Colombia, and go all the way through Ecuador, Peru, Bolivia, Chile, and Argentina. I believe they are the reason the Amazon jungles exist, because they are so high that the rainclouds cannot move further west, and so they gather massively and create the rainforests. I tried to figure out where Moon Desert is but could not. I recommend you go to the Andes someday, way up there, beside ancient cultures still in existence, near the roof of the world, is an excellent place to find inspiration

[Rene Salinas]

I have walked the Inca trail and all , that how I know all this and the Andes start in California I have read so much about the lost city , my Dad was a history teacher but that doesn't stop your writing from inspiring me anywhich way... Thankyou

[Speaking Sandclocks]

This is really really beautiful. Keep writing!

[Michael Stevens]

Excellent, kuandio; this should be sent out to publisher's, with a note attached saying; "You have the first chance to publish this, don't blow it!

[Kuandio]

seriously? Just in case you misunderstood my comment on your poem, maybe you thought I was being sarcastic, but I meant to say, to send it out to the entire music industry because the message conveyed seems to be for them to stop being superficial money-grabbing idiots

[Michael Stevens]

No, I didn't think you were being sarcastic; I'm well aware of know just how fantastic it is; lol! No, the music industry is a favorite target of mine. I used to sing in a heavy metal band, and there's a LOT of people who think they're way more important than they really are!

[Michael Stevens]

Oh, and seriously, although I'm about the LAST person you should listen to, ON ANYTHING!

[Sami Khalil]

I felt on a wonderful journey in a dream of these wonderful and majestic mountains and landscapes. Civilizations that gave us much to learn and appreciate. You add some philosophy to all of that...Wonderful...:)............

[Kuandio]

Thanks, I think it still needs a tiny bit of improvement, but I'm glad you liked the surreal feel of it

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)....................