All stands hidden
At the heart of the cavernous world.
All lies sequestered
Black but comely
In the cavernous heart of man.
The unseen green within grey rock
Wielder of Psyche’s Axe
Looser of her emotional block.
Our animal soul crowns the summit
Inanimate intimacies call
‘Drink deep – Drink deep’…
Don’t merely dip a doltish finger-tip
Like felt for freely-gifted gold
or spawn of devil’s bloodied-blot.
Not sentiment nor sediment
Such cavernous yawning.
Drink deep of night
To day’s dawning.
All lies hidden
At the heart of a cavernous world.
The Red, the White, the Green…
Some things have to be believed
Before they can be seen…