Sacred Contracts XVI: Source Q

       
There’s a celestial congregation      
On the mountain summit; a song      
of Star layering thickets of mystery      
that seep from its molecular compote,      
warm moisture trickling against erect      
granite. Its outer limbs are bracken’d      
formation of boney sediment, cells      
of twig, ash, and hoar frost reflecting     
on ancient eves. Beneath its solid igloo      
is a sound-softening membrane of Air      
Water and Dust that dissolve upon      
contact. Its unaltered DNA is pristine      
under the impatient runoffs of Spring.        
It remains intact despite the condor’s      
talon’d ‘Tooth and Claw’, despite rising  
warmth of global negligence,  despite  
whitened contrails of ash splayed      
over its altitude.  It remains a perfect      
revelation of innocent delivery: The Genesis Key.      
It releases emissaries from the origin      
of its sanctuary into Wind and Currents      
to preserve Life and nurse growth;        
they go in Trust, never look back once        
thus is their blood pure, void of salt.        
Tasting Love’s inseminated Peace,        
select souls are destined to partake      
in communion of its self-activating Seed.     
Quietly they gestate, until germination       
returns them to the infinite Source of Q.        
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