Sunday, December 2, 2012

Early the Caribou Rise to the Song of a New Days Sun, a Guided Meditation, a Poem.

Early the Caribou Rise to the Song of a New Days Sun.
A guided meditation, a poem.
©2012 Marcus James Christian, marcusunlimited.

Early the caribou rise to the song of a new days sun.
Up to a grand window we walk to witness the scene.
The birds provide a variety of musical sounds,
some of their songs are new and some are old favorites.

Down in our castles keep, there is a shining repository.
It is fun to look upon our collection of treasures.
The path of the caribou suggests their travels lean towards a lovely lake.

We temporarily leave our fulfilling work upon the table,
and ride quietly alongside the caribou collective.

The grand lake comes into view,
it is only partially frozen.
Slow floes in the distance cause audible cracks in the ice.
The thin tops of the lake's far center fail and then reform, infinitely.

Although our excursion is extravagant, it is well within our means.
The caribou welcome our company, and kinship.

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