At the Foot of the Rock, by J. W. Cassandra

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At the Foot of the Rock,
by J. W. Cassandra

I sit at the foot of the cliff –
Sesame is opened –
And the cliff shows my self,
Closed into time.

I’m sitting and just watching this wall:
The secret is opened.
One by one I see my being in lives:
My being is orphaned.

I’m sitting at the cleft of the cave –
Image expands –
My light blazes up in every lives,
What does not betray…

I sit at the foot of the cliff –
Evening prime darkness falls –
Star shines in the sky my light,
It unfolds to infinity…

14/06. 2021., by J. W. Cassandra

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J. W. Cassandra

About the Author: J. W. Cassandra

I’m a teacher and a registered author either, at Artisjus as a writer and a poet in Hungary. I love forests, butterflies, flowers.

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      1. Thank you. Now we can say, the sesame is closed again: I moved with my family into our new home… And I found not treasures as Ali Baba from the tales of One Thousand and One Nights but a good neighbourhood, kind people here. 🙂 A real treasure…

    1. Thank you. I remember, I felt an unusual feeling as I was preparing for moving into our new home, and from this feeling was born the poem. Huge changes give us unusual thoughts. And it was a spilled ink as it is said. 🙂

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