Deciphering the Stones

Inhaling the heavy breaths of the wind.
The intense odor of the vast prairies in Gaza
is far beyond the power of mother-nature;
seeping past your mind awakening your conscious,
you breathe, you feel but you cannot understand
for its beyond human understanding;

The wind whispers the stones decipher;
It connects every part of you to the ancient past
as swarming thick voices engulf your mind;
Most surely from your ancestors…
whose bond is like a chain halting you behind,
as moving images artistically come to life, ahead.
Surely imagery illusions yet depicted as reality;
within you it's a part of you, a longing desire…
yet you cannot understand,

Once again the wind whispers, the stones decipher;
every detail portrayed on the stones,
is a symbol, a message beyond standard knowledge.
It looks past you, it speaks within you.
A language only the stones can decipher.

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