Zywa According to the priests in Sanctuaries

Cooing pigeons in the trees
of Mother Earth and Heaven
the home of the Spirit

whose breath quietly rustles
in the leaves, tapping the bronze
like charivari music mocking us

The oracle priests listen
and make sanctimonious faces
Whispering they deliberate

to pronounce riddles
with sense and authority
about matters of the soul and politics

here in the woods on the mountains
between the eternal snow
and the shores of the sea

Poem 2096
Amsterdam, 2019-02-16

Dodóni (Epirus, Greece, near Albania)
Collection: Secrets & Believers 
Keyword: Religion: 
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