spiralling

wondering thru -

wanton pastures,

harvested too soon,-

there is a Kindness in the silence - in the passing

of a waning Moon,

messenger of ecstasy,

bathed in celestial light -

A figure beckons randomly and follow it we must -

The One within we Are to Be

And quintessence is our Trust -

Meandering Lakes and Rivers

in the Soul's large destiny -

We linger in the spires of

Mountains we can't see -

And write the path of evolution

to the pathway to our Sea -

Unknowing and surrendered

To our Spirit's fight to Be.