• taarmand 6w

    on ancient prayers
    the mountain is pulsing.
    we try to understand
    and hold its vastness
    with our goodness,
    yet we are only
    mouths for its singing.
    pouring stories
    into hollow bones,
    my human cry
    has been heard.
    beloved words
    invoke what
    is sacred,
    healing.

    t.a