LISTENING FOR FOOTSTEPS LEAVING NO PRINTS

 

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

 

 

POSTSCRIPT:

 

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.

 

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