Gateway to Avalon

Tuesday, April 04, 2006
I know where the gateway to Avalon lies
hidden in the mists.
You can't get there from here . . . unless
you are guarded, unless
you are guided, blind through the mists,
by Those Who keep the Way.

Their touch is so gentle,
their whispers so faint—you have to be watching,
you have to be listening,
you must be awake and aware.

You can only go blindly, journey in darkness,
beset by shades that chitter and slither,
touching you here and there. Surrounded
by memories like blood-hungry dragons, we travel.
And yet, all the while,a sure hand guides us—if we trust it.

I know where the gateway to Avalon lies,
hidden in the mist—in the curl of a leaf,
or the touch of the thorn,
the pattern of stone,
the arch of the hill—you have to be watching,
you have to be listening,
you must be awake and aware.

I have to keep watching,
I have to be listening,
I must stay awake and aware.

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