Begin.
Compass points
to the beach above Borth.
Perhaps roads cross there.
Or a journey to be
from west to east
and the road
a grandmother’s bread van once traversed.
But even before
lies the cathedral at Brecon
and three candles lit.
So quiet and waiting in silence,
there upon the left,
as energies alight then come to rest.
Under an image
a word resounds
how to find a heart not divided.
Fly through windows?
Oh yes, they do.
Turn about and bright happenings ring out.
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