Invisible when the sun leaves...In the darkness they are singing for you
Am I going to lose that blue light - express it, a light that got the response out of me that the light was good, that the light is medicinal, healing, a blue tinged light, the light created by sunlight illuminating the top of a hollow cylinder. in this case the hollow cylinder is gray-tan mud stone. A cool light, the grottoes keeping the temperatures down, ancient adobe walls pushing night-chill into the daytime, open-top caves, caves with skylights.
Definitely a cave-like feeling, an awareness of the mass of erode-able stone, like walking into the folds of a great gray-velvet stage curtain. Cautiously I said that I would not want to spend the night in one for fear of falling mud-clay-rock. But the healing that might occur with an overnight stay, dream time within the rock. I want to go back - there are more alcoves to checkout. I desire more time in that natural Angkor Wat, bas-reliefs crated by nature's conceit.
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