Eyes of the green-rolling ocean waves,
Eyes of the beauty of peace, blue
Essence of being,
Your world is true.
Then, we knew you before,
And remember you from when this earth began.
You ride on the wind,
Through the star-
Bending branches of destiny.
Your heart braves
The upheavals of all that should not be.
You – the soul of all being.
You are the iron-gray rocks of eternity,
You sing in the sky;
You shine, effervescent, In the sun.
You walk in the moon-winged, far-raining
Night of gossamer petals.
On bright sandals,
Hanuman, son of the wind,
Soul of eternity,
Near the hawk, sharp-shinned,
Hovering to scan
The long, winding shore.
Would you go, Hanuman?
There, in the great-souled trees of all-being,
Among the startling leaves – green in the spring.
Always, you are there.
Son of the wind.
In the sharp wind that runs by the circling sea.
© Sharon St Joan, June 2021