The Bound Pilgrim

the sky seems full of falcons
they soar and dive, drive heavenward
check, swerve round, stoop, hurtle to earth
thunder whispers through their feathers
yearning bursts my heart
my feet cling to the soil
my talons refuse to release
watching them, I await my turn
my soul has wings but cannot rise

1/25/07

Enlightenment

in quiet footsteps and birds’ song
plays
voiceless speeches
millennia’s memories
music

cairns stand vigil
ageless guides

cold sandstone
waiting for dawn
whispers
like a cat’s tongue
abrasive
across naked feet
wears away the callus of the soul 

around a corner
revelation
delicate window into heaven
perched on the edge
solitary guardian
strength
greeting day’s first light

illuminated by the sun
it is what it is
Ahyeh-Asher-Ahyeh
I become what I am
and ever will be

4/09/07