Tell
them I have gone to Ross Falls,
to
hearken to the crows
and
listen to the whoosh of the waters
along
the swift brook above. 1
Tell
them I have gone to Ross Falls,
to
bathe in the torrent
falling
from on high, down over the slates,
into
the shallow pool below. 2
Tell
them I have gone to Ross Falls,
to
listen to the crows speaking
in
the boughs of Oak, Maple and Sycamore;
deciphering
tales of another world. 3
Tell
them I have gone to Ross Falls,
to
listen for the monks
chanting
in the valley below the waters,
‘twixt
deluge and river_ 4
And
when I hear their ancient songs,
I
will go with them
into
imagined holy landscapes,
leaving
all of mundanity behind—
if
only for a few magical hours! 5
Tell
them I have gone to Ross Falls;
I
have taken poetic flight
and
they shall never see
the
likes of me again,
unless
they, too, learn to fly! 6
Tell
them I have gone to Ross Falls
for
I have heard the music
that
resounds from before my own creation;
a
music of mulch, trees and power. 7
And
once you have heard
this ancient music,
there
is no way to turn back;
Drop
your anchors
in the Given as you may—
it
is time to sing cosmic songs
and
sway! 8
Tell
them I have gone to Ross Falls,
and
may never come home again—
tell
them to sell the house, if they want to;
for
I have no more need of such things!
For
I have gone to Ross Falls and found
the
future that an earthen wisdom reveals! 9
Nema! So
mote it be!
