The Time Before NowA Poem by icelandicblueBeneath ancient boughs, beyond the eyes of ordinary men sits a tower on the edge of the Earth itself, a spiritual way station of great significance. It is a respite from the long shadows and hissed whispers of the bellicose demands of worlds that exist well beyond this one. There is a sanctity here, where the sacraments of nature lie in stillness, punctuated only by the sweetness of being one with this place, while the susurrus of the leaves softly calls out to you in a greeting only you can understand. There is magic in here that cannot be manipulated nor measured; it waits for the worthy to come and unpin her hair while she languidly brushes it and contemplates all that she beholds. One does not stumble upon such locations, instead an invitation is extended, and those who seek something beyond themselves, a greater truth, can feel it in their thrumming bones, and so they come. There is no time limit that can be imposed, for time stands still here while energy flows out of the Earth and into the the heart of the wanderer as she becomes the pulse, and the life breath of the time before now.
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