Do you know the way
That leads to the stream
In the early morning,
Where spotted fawns
Run,
Letting shining droplets fall
From their silver hooves
Like the last shreds of moonlight,
While the owl in the wild oak
Tree shuts her feathered eyes to sleep
At dawn, opening the door of the dream
To a universe of wonder,
In the star-bespeckled sky?
Or else, maybe you might know the way
To where the bright
Grass bends in the cold north wind
And the bison
Rumble by
On nimble feet
Across the wide, flat
Plain, and there
The wolves
Forever run
To greet
The spiraling snow on a white and wintry day?
Or perhaps you might even know
The way to the deep
Sheltering forest where the bear
Waits out with her cubs the hours
Of the squall,
Of crackling thunder
Near the hillside of peace where wildflowers
Cast in a trance
The bumblebee,
And the clay
By the riverbank holds up the saplings,
While dragonflies flit
And execute their wise dance
Of joy?
You see we were looking for the way out –
Out from the cinders swirling,
Out from the center, come all unpinned,
From the ashes of history gone awry
That prophetic ravens rue,
From the sting
Of bitter smoke,
Out into the clear sun-
Begotten waterfall that
Shimmers all the way
Down on to the rocks
Of granite
On to the foundation blocks
Where all the worlds begin anew?
Where is the way,
Narayana,
You who ever walked as a young boy
On the wandering waves of the eternal sea,
In the star-born mists of all the dawns
That ever were or are to be?
Where is the way,
Narayana,
Where is the way
To find the light of your lands
That sing the song of the soul in the sounding sea?
©Sharon St Joan, 2018
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