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THIN SPACE

THÉO DE GUELTZL

We all know thin places
though we may not be aware of it
each moment we stop to breathe in a sunset
our being is transported across an ocean

 

Absolute before a thin line
cutting sea from sky
for moments between worlds
the solar system out with
perspective
to the farthest corner of infinity

 

Breathe in these places

Our surface is full of them
the fracture lines of past tectonic movements
exposing the physical to a metal-fractional light
such places exist along skin-fine borders
above an ocean of cloud
the needle spires
carved by snow
I live there
the miracle of alpine light

 

Routes unveil themselves
foot before foot
a beat of fearful courage
conduit of the trees’ steady state
scents of rich earth upon the air
its density a blanket between worlds

 

Valleys below fall away
summits beckon closer
in the clouds’ broken wake
a timeless robe revealed
upon rocks weathered skin
hard yet bare
a protected fragility
so soft

Somewhere there between the shadow and the light
summit winds cast snow across a threshold

 

The elevation of breath is slow
deep inside
cutting crisp
sandstorm grit

 

Skin breaks against arid air
a single light beam hovers there
frozen by its path
hindered in time
by memory

 

Rocks break forth from frozen ground
ancient lichens carry stories of a time long forgotten
finding place within me
shaped by your lines

Constructive serenity
ripples of crystallized waves caught by sentinel rocks
nourished yet starved by these blind days

 

Thin grace
shadowed in grief
holding fast with
hope in our infinity

 

Wings balanced on high winds
rocky stones naked without embrace
waves frozen in a fluidity of time
lightyears within their rhythm
gone before our own

 

Land in the sky
the sculpting wind bringing velvet from to light and water
shadowed only by ourselves
a tangibility just met
such fineness
breathing tangent to your own

A thin place met

Just imagine when you next open your eyes
upon a scene of nature
at every edge
every crevice
lies a thin place
waiting to connect you to yourself
honor it and it will honor you

THÉO DE GUELTZL