Can a place be said to hold emotion
Even to the point of long held passion
Able to hold the energy, of love or fear?
It is said, the walls of houses and temples
Hold the good or bad vibrations
Of those who walked within before.
Is that because they refuse to see
What really holds the force in place?
When you visit a place of power
And it hits you in the chest or face
Would you be able to deny its reality?
If so, what is it that you really feel?
When ancient stones call to you
Columns, arches and pillars beckon
You walk the colonnades anticipating.
But the stone does not speak aloud
Does not know you are participating,
The statue does not articulate
Or signal with stone dead hands.
You approach in numbers two or more
Each expecting, longing and believing
Consciousness amplifies exchange –
So they have said.
But I say walk alone and witness,
Be the sole sentient and absorb.
What do you feel without influence,
Without reflection or interference?
What vision comes to the uncluttered mind
What words wander in through the cortex,
Which of your symbols shows the truth
Who shows themselves to bring you, you?
Who were you then, that you now remember?
When you feel the herbs, the sand, the stone
Beneath your feet does it jog the memory?
Let feelings show in your play of passion.
Were you there then? Who are you now?
© David Tenneson 2012
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