Concilium

 

An original symbolic and experimental piece that reads as a ritual invitation—part manifesto, part incantation.

Exploring the theme that words thrive on the subconscious or spiritual level—felt more than understood.

Where some poetry lives.

Not in heaven or hell but the human condition when stripped bare.

Title.

Concilium (L)

(A lone voice whispers)

You do know these low whispers of mine, which I channel to flow through inquisitive eyes—like yours.

Carry a deep glow and hum within them. Now that you've begun reading.

Invisible frequencies to light up the deepest recesses of your very soul like a bright new Star of Bethlehem.

To open Seen and Unseen doors.

With golden spiritual keys to enter the sweet center of my Great In-Between.

Using secret olde spells rearranged as simple stanzas > To enter some of the deepest, oldest, and newest mythical wells.

Knee-deep as time slowly dances and advances.

With some cleverly smiling or some chillingly rhyming. 

Created just so through the light and dark caverns of my soul—you can perambulate. 

Whenever I write > inviting you to open their luminous gates.

To just read on and be illuminated before the world burns, and it's too late to be recalibrated.

(C) Copyright John Duffy 

Concilium > Public meeting.