TWO STRANDS

Only.

Where did the others go? Fade,

atrophy or get stolen?

Who knows.

Like diamond necklaces they adorn us pricelessly:

every being-born

deep within our roots, 

with what remains.

Abetted by, resonant with the  treasured piezo-electric pinecone in the brain:

the Ein Soph portal above, awaits.

So it may be, mayhap

lost treasures can re-emerge,

at whim, 

in conjunction with stars, time

or beyond;

we just need to visualize - then let go, allow.

The day will come of crowning

the throat with hidden glory

O, vandal, fearing creatures

of Love's own destiny.