Hidden Angels

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Seventh Heaven

Bleak House

It's about time we left Chomolungma to be the holy place she is. It's about time we started caring for nature again.

Based on this poem:

Billions of heartbeats beneath
Her ribs. The granite cage of birth
From under the sea up
And away.

So hard to let go, 
To open up and allow new
Breath amid the schists
And gneisses in the half-mists.

Limestone marks her own
Heart, the beating slow and frozen,
Here at the top, and choking
From the mess her children
Make of her and the world.

She barely remembers
Being a goddess mother,
How she emerged from the ocean
Carrying hope in her braided
Hair, so white now,
Streaming from her in plumes.

Rest awhile, just to gather
Enough strength to stop
Conceiving
To start
Believing
Again, in the art
Of sanctity.

Beneath her ribs.
Beneath her.
Beneath.

Music: Richard Pierce
Words: Richard Pierce

Bleak House

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