Two Voices on Hallowed Ground

Two Voices on Hallowed Ground

I envisioned in lucid abstraction:
Two iron gates...two halves of a single whole
Each a guardian wrought with care
Refined with an eternal fire

The left gate:
My mandala is one of harmony
Not unlike the Peonies
That brace my framework's heart and soul
Bravely I grace each blessed day
Bashfully I greet each guest
With love and honor

The right gate:
My mandala is one of peace
Whose center is the Jasmine -
Replicated throughout my latticed frame
Modestly I grace each lonesome night
Even as the fragrant Jasmine blooms
With love and purity

Together we greet the quick and the dead
Guarding this hallowed sanctuary from earthly cares
Awaiting the joining of spirit and body yet to come

12/2/2021 r. 3/7/2022

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

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