I spy the hunter
bow ever taut in my winterland sky
Orion’s belt gives him up
three orbs of distant light, aligned
once seen, there he becomes, in stillness
waiting on a moment
witnessing
I find affinity in the trinity
third eye
solar center
root
three orbs giving me up
to a vast immeasurable pool
infinite
silent
You?ve given me another wonderful reminder to drop into silence every time I look into the night sky.
My goodness Dogboy. Thank you for this beautiful imagery.
Beautiful poetry Thank you for sharing, Dogboy!