Sojourner upon the Earth,
Weaver of mysteries,
and a Mystery myself:
I carry the Mark of cryptic Perth
of Puma and Eagle
and Changeling Elf.
I cannot turn from off this Path,
nor seek some different Sun;
what drew me here draws stronger still,
and I'm not yet begun.
“The Path diverges in the Wood
-- though neither Way is bad or good:
one calls the heart in whispered chant,
of stars, and Fey, and Hierophant;
the other speaks of what could be
for those not bound by Destiny...
so sniff the air and taste the breeze,
and choose the Path that’s best for thee.”
a Oneness with me --
‘tis not content
to wander at my feet;
and rather holds intent
the pieces of my soul
and lost divinity.
Calico trees and a graying grass
gossiping to the sleeping bass
listen intent to a rustling sound
footsteps hugging a silent ground