Pool of Vision

Rolling nostalgic melodies from Konstantinopoulos across the silken sea, the breeze grazes on the Keltek cliffs, murmuring through the grass, spreading blessings of Nature’s radiance and visionary clarity to the teeming Beings. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

 And through the tracery of twigs, the loamy damp green fields roll down the Combe to the silver river.  Gwyhd Idhiowek, and ivy-clustered grow the trees – branches bleak and bare against ragged curtains of dark, slate-grey scudding clouds.  Druids in flight – starlings darkling nebulous in glooms of Ingelonde’s dusky twighlight nightfall.  In the Valley of the Universe lies a cottage warmed by a crackling fire.  Flow of time-stars echoes there.  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *  *

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Ye Caterpillar