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  • By Max Leyf

Sonnet: A traveler hailed from antique lands of light

A Purple Lily

A traveler hailed from antique lands of light,

She wafted in on eddies made of air;

Exotic gifts from far flung lands to bear

Upon my petalled couch did she alight;

Recounted tales to me of high delight,

Of distant places wide and passing fair

Insouciant spaces, blithe, without a care—

Enrapt was I to hear her fairy plight;

Enrapt was I, to hearing was I bound.

For I am but a lowly purple flower,

My roots are tethered to the ground,

My wings fly not, but form for her a bower

Where lilting she may land without a sound

And spend with me a sacramental hour.

Max Leyf is a practicing Rolfer and is a doctoral candidate in the Philosophy, Cosmology, and Consciousness program at the California Institute of Integral Studies. He sees philosophy and Rolfing as reciprocally completing one another, as word to deed. He currently lives in Anchorage, Alaska, where he was born and which, despite having lived for extended periods of time in Sweden, Colorado, Brazil, and California, he has never ceased to call home.

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