Man of a Rock

The time when body of the Sun moved toward undeground corridors.

That's when the Man of a Rock took me to one of them....making an entrance clear...and wide..
Journey went through different worlds.
We bathed in an ancient sea that vapourised into quarzites....
We danced among plants and fruits grown on memory of ancient ways.
I hurt my hands on sharp edges of corridor.
Seeing many planes of the moment.
I met my own darkest parts and saw curses that cut me away from life.

Almost blinded by human stories I saw there, I didn't stop walking....

A crippled man and his dogs appeared. He was an ally. He supported me on the way.
In the end he gave me hawk's feather - to keep sharp sight.

With time Man of the Rock fell into pieces, became soft as a cake and gave himself as a sacrifice to false priestesses and priests....

In the end he was just a fool.

Yet I continued a journey.

Blessed are fools.....they take us to borders and remind of sobriety.