An ancient Grimoire,
bound in stubborn leather
and recalcitrant silver clasps,
shows me its Power-name
and allows me
one glimpse within--
then consumes itself
in mystical Phoenix-flame.
Fire touches the Mountain --
scratches an Opening
with its Lightning talons:
"Step through the Fire into the Stone--
the narrow ledge weaves Coyote tracks
on the edge of a Chasm;
Follow the limestone Path -- cryptic Steps --
drawn downward to the Stream,
back through the Stone
to the Mountain's heart
where the Pool waits
within a sacred Glade,
like a Sipapu."