Worlds Swirl

worlds swirl around me
why,

i wonder,
why

do the kami-types show themselves
to me,
so readily?

do the Good Neighbors easily associate
with me,
threatening nothing;

being casual acquaintances
& friends?

why do these rarified beings appear
to respect me?
why?

my life,
if my studies were correct,
is unheard of
in fairylore.

unheard of in myth, too,
if I'm anything close to right.

time & space flow around my feet most days,
a refreshing stream with layers,
layers
above, below,
right here in the center
all varying depths, clarities, temperatures, speeds

voices of the past,
the future
the emphatic, ever present NOW
clamor in my sense perceptions

prayers murmured
across time

humans,
gods,
spirits,
animals,
plants
and the people of the stones
every being gloriously alive & present

one foot
under Grandfather Moon
placed deliberately on Earth

STEP STEP STEP HOP
TRACE THE SPIRAL
FOLLOW YOUR NOSE
CLARIFY THE GOAL
REFINE THE QUERY

STEP STEP STEP HOP
TRACE THE SACRED DIPPER
GO HOME TO WORLDS LIT BY ALKAID
WALTZ IN THE RECEPTION HALL OF THE GREAT KING
STEAL A KISS FROM THE ROYAL TUTOR
RUN DOWN THE ENDLESS MARBLED HALLS
STEAL A SHIP AS THE WORLD BURNS

Oh Love! My Love!  Did YOU do this?

STEP STEP STEP HOP
FIND THAT WORLD
MAINTAIN THE BALANCE
FEAR NOTHING
BE THE HELPER
                          ALWAYS

and there above the great dippers
shines the road home
seared into my soul
the song we danced, Oh Great Beloved

"Come, Sweetheart,"
my Beloved whispers,
"Come to Me!  Come home again!"

As he notes my steps gone awry,
"Not your LEFT foot!  THE OTHER LEFT!"

And my Papa smiles