
An odd
Turn taken,
And now the road goes by beside
Burned cities all forsaken
And the ashes of fields are crumpled into dust.
The canyon wrens
No longer fly near here
And their guiding spirits
Seem to have no wings,
A numinous cloud blocks
The lunar rays from shining
While the moon forgets her phases, just
As the sun
Is lost, setting in the cave by the sea,
When the tide
Has turned out of sight
Yet beyond the time still gone,
The dragonfly flits
Anew through rainbowed fountains;
The light of heaven sings
High on the shimmering
Branches of the holy mountains
Beyond the impenetrable night
Of hidden majesty.
“Abhaya mudra”
“Fear not” – but only follow
Ganesha,
Always wise,
With eyes
Of emerald light.
Go,
Where the black-chinned hummingbirds fly,
That host
of angels,
Who stay
Unwavering, steady on their way
Brave in the bright
Wind of dawn
Above the sea crashing long
On the rocks
Where all begins, again and yet again
Within the bells
Of Shiva,
Far along
The wave-bent coast,
In the still-sung, rising song
Of the Holy One.
In the mists of the bells of Shiva,
in the winds of the song and
The ringing of the seas.
© Copyright Sharon St Joan, 2023
Lovely, Sharon.