Patterns from the soul divine
Colours and form that shine.
Sacred geometry is the theme
Hallowed works to be seen.

Unknown to the commercial world
But like a flower unfurled.
Art-work that cannot be bought
Though nonetheless highly sought.

Abstract and intricate they are
And beckon like a shining star.
Gracing the homes of simple folk
Messages that can not be spoke.

Concepts formed without a word
And form the cosmos gathered.
A tradition that goes deep
That providence will forever keep.

In perpetuity they will sing
And like a lost chord ring.
In modest array they will glow
Sustaining the spiritual flow.

by peter hugo mcclure

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in the fading heart feeling the joy of fading ..wah