Do you fly
On swift, gold wings,
Not having any answers?
You live in peace, always, among
The saffron petals, beyond the crowded questions
Sailing through all the mist-
Driven worlds sung
By the ancient forest,
Of stars and falcons,
Near the clear, deep-canyoned waters
Where step the blue-toed cranes,
The wind in wild-haired leaves of the cottonwood tree.
You are the heart given by eternity.
Within, you bear the spirit of God.
You are the dawn, the sky
The dream-walking dragonflies that nod,
And the speaking of the mountains that rose up and waned
Before ever time began,
You who carry
The sacred essence of all things
In the clouds that tarry,
In the flashing lights of the moon and the bright summer rains,
Garuda, you who are wandering ever, even now,
On your wings of wind-swept beauty.
© Sharon St Joan, 2018
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