My new poetry phase confirmed using my own photographs with my poems and prose. Image and words fused in new hybrids.
Chant for Pilgrims (prose poem version)
(Castile, Spain)
In the musty cloister corridors of Santo Domingo are the voices of the ages unexpectedly. Men without women. Men without guns. Men assured of purpose sublime. Re-gardless of time, untouched by war, chaos and the mad pursuit of money. Here there is the grace of melody sans harmony and rhythm. Here there is holy society of the single melody in language and tones beyond your limitations.
Listen. It sounds like Peace. It sounds like Soul conversing with self. It sounds like sanctuary, blessing and forgiveness for all and everything. Leave all cares outside these stones, this monastery. Pettiness, ego, control and strife. Here there is but eternity and a balm that none of us likely deserve. Listen for the songs when they change keys or time signatures slowly, magically.
This is a transcendent life here beyond your haste, your real and imagined complications. No one here lives beyond the simple chants which forever start each passing day or century. Within these patient walls, the monks have found It and a timeless truth that we all need, having lost our ways so many times in life’s pilgrimmage.
*For a selection of my poems, use blog Search: Richard Davies/Poems.