posted October 18, 2003 12:14 PM         

Into the ether walk I
unsure of what the mists will reveal to me
and to you, my water brothers.
I am not strong
but with you I am.
I am a current unto myself
that yields to the flow of those around me.
I am a passing zephyr
free in my course
but bent upon the boughs of a lovely tree
of a slipstream shapen wolf
masked in jellyfish company am I.
Lonesome coyote's call I heed.

I am he who seeks, and finds.
I am he who finds, and hides.
I am he who runs, and knows.
I am he who bends, but does not break.
I am he who tills, then sows.
I am he who mounts, then rides.
I am he who wills with all he has
to take into these trembling hands
the spark, the flame and pass it on.
I am clay in your hands, my water brothers
I am fire for your kiln
I am nothing when you are all.
I am all when you are nothing.
I am but what you would have of me
for you are all that I would seek
entreat the universe to be.

You are that which calls to me and lifts my spirit high.
You are they, shakers of mountains.
You are they, breakers of chains.
You are they, deposers of kings.
You are they, bearers of light.
You are they, shining beacons of hope.
You are they, walkers and runners
that rise
then glide
then fly.