*****
In
the cracks in the bone
in the bullroarer hum
in rattle and feather
in rhythm of drum
I have been here forever
when all blur to one
faces lifted, hands upraised
draw power from the sun
from life that just is because
all the onces-that-was
we seek spontaneous meaning
to deepen the feeling
that knows what we say
the many tread a beaten trail
I walk my path alone
searching for the meaning
in the winds which howl and moan
alone upon the mountain top
I stalk a slip of chance
‘til the cycle comes full circle
I am life’s eternal dance
I see life just is because
that all the onces that was
of this spontaneous being
that deepens my seeing
can show me the way
to feel the point of balance
where all black and white
night and day
merge to grey
*****
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