R Poem - On The Cortigo

I came to a holy space
High on a rooftop
High in the mountains
In Southern Spain

A langly bearded Celt came
And knelt beside me
In quiet repose
Postured in prayer

He laid his hands upon me
With gentle strokes he eased me
So that I could receive
Some of his awareness

Which he willingly gave
In a sacred and dignified way
In through my body
Into my mind
Onto my soul

A fusion of East and West
Humanness and well being

Afterwards he hugged me
And left
He left me a different man
A further step towards destiny
With delight

MWC
October 2001
Nerja