Colca kismet

Colca kismet

Andes construct
The landscape
Of my dreams.
Imprinted in my
Soul’s memory
Carvings on
The stone of destiny
Markings of an
Everlasting journey.

Spirit awoken
From slumber
Like
Gentle
Rolling
Thunder.
Released from
The cacophony
Of a disassociated self.

Clarity of consciousness
Like
Constellations
Painted on clear skies
And the
Crescent moon Nearby.

Hundreds of
rock offerings
Lead to
Magisterial mountains
Recounting the
Spinning of the
Threads of
The map inside our
Heads.

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