Night Over Cryptic Lands

It was out on the broken glass slopes

of mountains that towered as kings

over the wild-light desert

where I watched the ruby sky turn to ink

and forge stars one by one from the darkness

Empty was the wind stirring in that place

breath over the sand, as cold as the space between us

Still you were there on the horizon

beckoning me to follow ever further, deeper

and I went as I always did, chasing your shadow

headfirst into night over cryptic lands

desperate to find you at the edge of oasis

and longing for a new sun to rise in the morning

The more I examine and interact with the existence of certain things, the more skeptical I become of them. I realize I need personal experience to believe most things outside the norm of reality, but I continue to entertain those possibilities…

Photo by Mike Yukhtenko on Unsplash

5 thoughts on “Night Over Cryptic Lands

  1. Have you looked into the academic side of religion and such things? You might like Joseph Campbell. He helped with the the translation of The Upanishads and The Bhagavad Gita, two crucial Hindu texts. Look for the version by Swami Nikhilananda. You might read the preface about Brahman and see what you think. Each volume sells for about eighteen bucks if you want to take the plunge. Or buy used copies.

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    1. Good looking out! I haven’t gone very far into the academic side but it does sound incredibly interesting. Beliefs that have lasted thousands of years and into the modern age… there must be something to learn from them, even if true belief isn’t it, right?

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