Member Poem

She shared with us a story of a town that remains concealed in the daylight but is revealed at twilight,
A town where seekers become sages,
A town where mysteries take shape and form,
A town where the unusual is separated from the ordinary,
A town where the fragrance of its meadows rescues those transitioning into the shadows.

We wondered what kept this town hidden during the day.
As if she could read our curious minds,
She explained that the town was obscured by the elements of the seven seals,
Incorruptible seals,
Seals of untarnished glory.

The inhabitants of this town were living mysteries,
They unmask to perform their designated tasks.
Nothing is kept from the seekers,
The dark, the fiery, and the uncanny,
Redemptive light fills the night in their chambers.

She concluded the tale with a smile.
I questioned whether anyone had ever travelled that mile.
I wondered if the story held a hidden truth.
I am a seeker,
A seething cauldron in search of tranquillity.