Poetry: Whispers of the Vortex

“Whispers of the Vortex” Song
“Whispers of the Vortex” Poem
A poem captured by a spontaneous moment,
Set at Chimney Rock, Sedona, Arizona.

Poetry & Photography by Christopher Sopher © 2024
Published By: Christopher Sopher Media LLC
Each poem was born from the moment I captured.
The images spoke—I simply translated their truth into words.

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When we arrived at Chimney Rock,
A sacred hush embraced the air.
The red rocks whispered their ancient talk,
And peace awaited everywhere.

I felt transported far from home,
To where the sacred prayers are spun—
Like distant echoes from Tibet,
Beneath the glowing setting sun.

The flags in colors bold and bright—
Blue, yellow, red, and white—they swayed.
In every thread, a whispered prayer,
A peaceful spell the breeze replayed.

The stupa rose, serene and grand—
A sacred tower shaped by hand.
Its form stretched high, some forty feet,
A symbol where the heavens meet.

Its purpose wrapped in mystery’s thread—
A place where prayers for peace are spread.
Each stone was placed with care and grace,
A monument to time and space.

A man walked in silence, round the stupa’s base,
His footsteps soft, a sacred pace.
A humble orbit, calm and slow—
A path where quiet wisdom grows.

The Buddha watched with timeless grace,
While flags of color kissed the air.
Two pilgrims knelt in quiet prayer—
The sacred stillness everywhere.

We hiked the trail as shadows grew,
Red stones were scattered at our feet.
The canyon sang with bird-song sweet—
A melody, serene, complete.

Some cactuses laid in quiet rest,
Their time had passed, now fading slow.
The evening sky turned Amber gold,
As distant shadows cast their glow.

And higher still, the trail became
A staircase carved from ancient stone.
Each step was like a sacred flame,
A path the earth had gently grown.

Then, with a step, the air grew cold—
A vortex wrapped around my soul.
For just a moment, time stood still,
An unseen force, a sacred chill.

The junipers, in twisted dance,
Their ancient spirals marked the way.
Bare branches rose like conductors’ hands,
Composing symphonies of the woodland grand.

We stopped beneath the towering spire—
Unprepared for the climb ahead.
The chimney loomed in twilight’s fire,
Its peak was where the daring tread.

She took her shoes off, bold and free,
And scaled the stones with barefoot grace.
But how she braved the thorns and spines—
I watched in awe from my safe place.

Her shoes lay still upon the stone,
Laces wrapped like roots in clay.
A quiet mark of where she’d gone,
Yet free, her spirit slipped away.

Then stillness wrapped around my soul,
No wind, no whisper, no soft sound.
The quiet felt like heaven’s quilt—
A sacred peace that wrapped me round.

So far from home, so far from Earth,
It felt as though I’d slipped from time.
God’s presence lingered in the stars,
In silence vast, in peace sublime.

She sent a video from the heights—
Her world was wide, her view was vast.
I saw the city’s distant lights,
A glowing sea of glass and glass.

The world below was miles wide—
A distant hum of life and glow.
Yet standing there, I felt her pride,
In how she dared the heights alone.

And when she came back down the stone,
We turned to make our journey home.
But darkness wrapped the trail in black,
We used our lights to trace the track.

Off-course we wandered, fear in tow—
The unknown paths of earth below.
What lay ahead, we couldn’t tell—
Each step a tale too dark to know.

Yet, by the glow of phone-lit skies,
And strength within, we forged ahead.
The stars above, our quiet guides,
Led us back down by where they bled.

We reached the base, the night complete,
The air still soft with starlight’s glow.
The bronze Buddha awaited there—
A gentle gaze from long ago.

We posed beneath the endless night,
The cosmic sky, the peaceful end.
The climb, the quiet, and the stars—
A memory held, a journey penned.