FOOTSTEPS OF LIGHT
Now let us really be still
Now let us not so much breathe
As to mist the air down in trill
As to dream the waft in each heave.
Now we face the east we once did fear
Now we look and smell and unstamp and unsee
For we must go as one into rock and sand unclear
For we must go as one in foresight of a tree.
Now we move as one into further craggy slopes
Now we creep, then stop, then creep, then hush
As we stop, we shrink, we unbar storied popes
As we yet unlearned of what may fall, what may crush.
Now we as one turn into ourselves, look into ourselves
Seeking to find a pattern of steps without any prints
Now we dream foretold from scrolls on shelves
Seeking the Way with no prints but angel glints
Now we look, we listen, we small, we hush: we seekers all from west to east we are pushed by Baby eyes and kingly dreams to go out by another way not marked by any prints except star gleams and angle breaths.