Within the snow
See
The raven-winged worlds of wonder
Become the beginnings and the endings,
The souls who are the one
Soul –
The re-awakening beginning
And the ultimate ending, broken asunder.
The soul of the snow goes
Drifting by on the many rivulets,
You
Who
Are no one and everyone,
The soft-spoken spirit
Of the call of the night heron,
Floating over the waters
Of the black lake
Of eternity,
Where the boatman
Dips his pole
Toward the far shoal,
Awake
Now, with all the children of the stars,
Sons and daughters
Of heaven,
Who are dancing –
Dancing
The dance of Shiva,
The one Soul.
© Copyright, Sharon St Joan, 2023