Temple of the Winds

The Silent Eye

In Yutacan, where Mayan mind

Once ruled a fabled land

A mighty structure stands its side

It is a temple of the wind


Tumul its name, once whispered wide

Upon this jungled horn

An ancient place, revered its past

Where paintings crown the work of sides


Where throngs of people shuffle past

The guardians used to stand

In stern Castillo, facing seas

To read the fates and seek what lasts


In thirteen, four, and nine beneath

The learned Maya homed

Within their Four their patterns bore

The lasting truth of their belief


Pale shadow now our vision sees

Of order once so fine

But stop the crowd and touch the wind

To feel the peace before decline.

┬ęStephen Tanham

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