Here there is silence
and candles burn
yellow and white the
walls cloudy and
bright surround  the
seated figures there
the smali fire at the
heart of the well
burning brightly for the
breath and the
hope of travelling
well and successfully
once exit is reached
the silence broached
and walk begins beyond
these walls of white
and silent stone
ancient in their
listening - no
movement without or
within disturbs the
meditation, the
reflection of eyes in
small water, the
tentative grin.
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