Hearing anew the call of Mystery--
I
take up the antler rack and hooves
that
I’d some-time-ago put aside_
when
visioning was over-run in doubt
and
fled;
leaving
me abandoned
without Inspiration,
yet stilled_ within sight the Stag Door! 1
I get up, I run, I leap,
am I leather-hided?--
and go galloping with the herd!
Transfixed
in Mystery’s sway,
re-filled
with earthen energy, I speed;
two-legged
and glistening,
bounding
along the instinctual path,
sweaty
with supernal intent. 2
I get up, I run, I leap, leather-hided;
and I am galloping
with the Stags of the Moon's Truth,
Sharing in being Shared with them!!
Now Cloaked
in Poetic Power,
I
go as a biped among arctic Reindeer,
Three-Tined
across a snowy mountain,
down
into the ice-laced vale,
following
paths drummed into the ground
by
the hooves of generations
now beyond counting. 3
I get up, I run, I leap, leather-hided;
and go galloping with the herd!
Swerving
with the moving flesh
of four-hooved antler crowned beings_
descending
into a cavernous glade_
I
hear my own Archaic Song
sung
by the wind in ancient trees,
the hooves upon the ground,
and the silent Light of the Moon
casting shadows wherever we run! 4
I follow, I run, I leap, leather-hided;
and go galloping with the herd!
Transfixed
in the Night,
Life’s
fecund powers surge within me
as
the throng turns yet again—
and
I am left – with a feeling of
naughting,
stranded
near a tall, ageless Oak,
awaiting
what only Mystery can tell me! 5
Panting,
kneeling, swooning, Moon-Loony;
I am staid
in the velvety darkness.
There
in the deep, liminal glade,
the
arche of Poetic Mysticism shines-forth;
strong
as the musk of the Stag
and
yet smooth as the Moonlight! 6
Ever-riveting
human consciousness,
Musing is a gifting given_
in
communion-like draughts
as the Darkness of the Deep Starred Void
embraces us_
transfiguring our Way. 7
I am up_ I run, I leap, leather-hided;
galloping in Ek-stasis with the herd!
So
mote it be!
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