Դուն Էն Հուրին Իս

floating gracefully upon
the pluckish tendrilities
the babbling brookiness
the very armenian kanun
the effortless emanation
from marianna's heart and soul

i am there, in hayastan,
in amberd, at saghmosavank,
nowhere near yerevan
in the small villages 
just imagining, channeling,
our tarn upon tarn
centuries older than old
sacred spirit vibrating 
in our very genes

february 12, 2026