Upon the black stone road
Paved as though with glass
Alighting itself even into the night
With only the moon as her source

Surrounded by the motionless pines
Tall, thin with branches to the floor unkempt
All behind me I do not know
As she stretched ahead of me
Beckoning to walk the path
Though I could float slightly above
If as the stones themselves pushed me along

I fear to rise upward on this hill
Though I am compelled to know
What waits for my presence
Where the black stone path ends

Winding it goes to the very top
Where the entire world becomes as a valley
Witness the many hills
As far as the eye can see
Stars may be touched
As even the eagle flies below
To the ends they cannot be seen

There before my eyes
A small rectangular fortress of stone
Overlooking it all
Life breathes inside the walls

I can feel the memory of every tear I ever cried
I can taste the salt of them
Yet I am not crying
My heart pulses as though it has found
Itself
Without yet entering in
There is great pause

Suddenly my presence is inside the warmth of the stone
Where two twins await my visit
Standing apart in the center
With a wooden barrel of water between them

Their eyes are black like the stone path
Glimmering in the light of the fire to the right
A book rests on a old wood pulpit to the left
Their hair is long and light
Wearing white robes of a saintly cloth
Oh what shall I do with their stares into my eyes?
Angels they are

Then they speak but not as with words!
The sounds are as musical arpeggios
Passing from one to the other
Even as binary code with unlimited digits

I struggle so hard to interpret the tones and notes and phrases
But unable am I to comprehend
Each individual sound presses into me
As if it alone has touched my inner world
Arranging, re-arranging, creating something new within
That was not as it was or was not there at all before
It is a shower of millions of gold notes passing into me

It is as a perfect harmony of brilliant instruction
I am awed an unable to move
As the twins become as lights themselves
Rising off the floor hovering

I comprehend only that we shall be forever young
The spirit of this creation’s origin

Ryan o0o