(very short poetry)

by Valentina Kaquatosh

Introduction 

We all have an invisible shrine in our minds. It is a place of memory, dream, and imagination. Sometimes we record these things in words. When we write out from the privacy of our minds,our words are the bricks of sacred experience and personal truth which, once collected and put together, we each use to build our own invisible shrine only a select few are allowed to enter.  

My invisible shrine is an electronic temple-tower of poems that have taken my lifetime to build. It is forever undergoing rennovations. At first my invisible shrine took form as a pile of notebook paper, notes, odd bits of handwritten scraps I forgot I had written; a buried treasure of my past. I then collected the pieces, rewrote a few and polished them. Now the task here is to take them and mold them into a thing to be pondered. You can never lose your thoughts when you have written them down. And great is the mystery of those thoughts which are never written. 

Stepping out of the past and into the future, my words now placed here are no longer ones written in ink. The words here are ones that have taken the form of light. Yes, light. Bits of light beaming before you on this screen. You have not opened a book in front of you. You have opened a door and entered an invisible shrine. Mine is a collection of one sentence and one paragraph situations, conversations, bits of things you only hear of and can touch in the dark... What you'll hear here and the things you'll touch can only be felt between my mind and yours. Yeah. Hello. Hello and welcome to my invisible shrine.

Enter the Shrine