This is so profound and deeply philosophical; also brilliant.
We mortals may be created in the image of God, and we strive to be Godlike, only to find that we cannot fly and are confined to finite knowledge and mortal punity! Even in loving me manage poorly, except in those instances of unconditional love that only mothers seem capable of providing to fortunate offspring.
"concubines to the wind, century-graced grains of sand" ... I marvel at your ability to capture such simple words and put them together in such a beautiful way.
Took a couple of reads... but well worth it.
This has the feel of a vagabond roaming the desert in search for snow... for answers to all the questions of life's quandary. Bowing to the hands of time. Sometimes being fooled into thinking he's in control.
You have a gift of putting together complicated thought sometimes using Latinate words not in common use - yet it works so well. In your lines, I often find a wonderful exploration of being. I need to pause again and again, dropping the anchors of my life to let you take me where you will; taking me places I haven't been.