Flower and Twig
Feather and Horn
Deathless yet Dying
Birthless yet Born
this is the nature
of all perception
the birthplace
of all seeing
for the truth of seeing
to become manifest
we must ascend
from earth to heaven
where we separate
the Earth from the Fire
the Subtle from the Gross
but gently…gently
and with all our wits about us
if we hope at all
to marry them in the end
to consummate this marriage
we must again descend to earth
here all seeing is
infused with the invisible
and all knowing is
grounded in the unspoken
the whole world comes
to rest in one thing
the Father of it is the Sun
the Mother of it is the Moon
the Wind carries it in its Belly
the Earth is the Nurse thereof
wave the turkey’s fan-tail
smear your face with soot
stir the pot with a hazel wand
clutch your rabbit’s foot
a spell is cast by the things themselves
respelled by human voice
a stone singing us into being
the secret meaning of our choice
time forgotten
space enough
we rejoice
we weep
we rejoice