On-Sight
On-Sight
There aren't many who see me-
Those few view me in the
Words they say
"speak" me when they
Glance away
Their inner ear "attuned"
Their "knowings" seek invitation
To an inner, sacred place
Long ago barricaded from
"Exploitative" desires-I can
Not promise entry-
I LIVE here, and must protect my space.
Still; there are
a few...
Copyright © Thama Logan | Year Posted 2020
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