{"id":403,"date":"2015-12-14T20:20:25","date_gmt":"2015-12-14T20:20:25","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/issp.nu\/en\/?p=403"},"modified":"2015-12-14T20:20:25","modified_gmt":"2015-12-14T20:20:25","slug":"sanctuary","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/issp.nu\/en\/sanctuary\/","title":{"rendered":"Sanctuary"},"content":{"rendered":"
\n

Georgi Y. Johnson<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n

In the place we call home
\ncool Carmel rock shelters
\nwounds of warriors and slaves,…<\/span>
\nstaking refuge in nations.
\nNew homes crafted on ruins
\ndraped with timeless shock,
\nas if, in leaving this place
\nwe forgot pieces of ourselves<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\n

This is a mortal place
\na blaze of nature
\nand vengeful memory
\nthe scattered crumbs
\nof homes torn open.
\nToo easy to fathom
\nthe normality of life,
\ntea and politeness;
\nthe desert heart-beat of days.
\nDo the dead know borders?<\/p>\n

\n

Yearning through earth’s etheric
\nnature is a refuge to itself.
\nHere can we sense the
\nwind-born kiss that moved Elijah?<\/p>\n

Yes. We too nursed vengeance,
\nLike you, sliced good and bad.
\nLike you, we find ourselves
\nin this subtle garden
\nPathetic and human.<\/p>\n

Let’s pass over.
\nTogether, with melting flesh,
\nCherubin of fear and mind
\nHoodwinked.
\nAbsorbing freedom
\nwhere beasts drink freely,
\nnewly named;
\nblossom of almond trees
\nincarnation of joy;
\nand man and wife
\nin seamless unity.<\/p>\n

We are thistles, rock and sky,
\nmoving waters christening sea breeze.
\nPurified by sun, we are dog
\nmindlessly charging space.
\nWe are this hawk
\nhovered in stillness,
\na blue core of divinity-
\nplayground of angels.<\/p>\n

It seems so simple now.
\nNo sacrifice, terror or rage
\nno big bang of dreadful judgement
\nno measure of pain
\nwill rampart Eden’s gates.<\/p>\n

Only soft, invisible longing
\nto blend with living;
\nlove finer than changing worlds;
\nonly peace in sweet ponds
\ntimelessly waiting
\nas the word “other” lacks momentum
\nand we welcome ourselves
\nHome.<\/p>\n

Only then, Eden comes to us,
\nRefuge, sanctuary and bliss.<\/p>\n

(This poem was first published in the spiritual anthology Into the Furthest Reaches,<\/em><\/a> edited by Jay Ramsay)<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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