Macahel

Georgia in Turkey, treasure of the world,

Trees marching along, chanting together,

Mountains unfolding to the sound of God,

What is Macahel? The earth just brighter?

The day arising, the sun shining through, 

The dance of the bees, the birth of flowers,

Harvest of stories cutting the untrue,

How is life in here? An act for warriors?

Boundaries are lost, ruins are emerging,

The old becomes new for eyes which can see.

Anger is flowing and gets washed away.

Swords of light burst out like a divine ring,

Nothing’s permanent for the one who’s free.

Here in Macahel, beauty is at play.