by Greybeard Dances

Prologue

If entire worlds are self-contained, their contents form their soul,
and each inhabitating force exerts its small control;
The pebbles and the stones inhale and breathe out living space,
and everything is sacred, for it creates its own face.
A blackbird on a strung live wire may send its current too,
through time and space and distance, truth beyond what lies in view.
A hind may trail its wisps of atoms, changing leaf and tree
from what they each appear to be, and thus compose a dream:
A dream where stags roam free, unhunted, equals in the land,
and with their proud and muscled walk approach and speak to man,
A dream where bears are given space to reign selected fiefs
and never asked to pay their taxes or provide relief,
A dream where foxes do not live as scavengers and thieves,
and practice in their ancient ways the truths of their beliefs,
A dream where boars may feel at ease to pave a narrow road,
and wander endless forests serving their unwritten code,
A dream where hawks may take of what they need and nothing more,
and roam the world as they see fit, to glide and then to soar
A dog that lingers in the alley cannot miss their cue,
or planets may not re-align and morning not come through;
An owl may oversleep and risk the closing of the show,
resulting in an ending to the constant ebb and flow:
A flow wherein a cat may sleep and dream of mice and men,
and in that vision realize a deeper state of Zen,
A flow that 'round the waiting crane brings true and honest fish,
and never tries, to anyone, to bring an empty dish,
A flow that sets free every frog and finds them better homes,
and never asks to collect on good will or unpaid loans,
A flow that gives the raven freedom and its fill of meat,
and whether black or white is still entitled to a seat.
If all that lives is interwoven, each thread plays a role,
and whether star or walk-on part, essential to the whole;
The smallest flower, and the largest whale are both inspired,
and everything is necessary, nothing un-required.


~~read the rest of these really lovely pages here *s*:
http://druidry.org/obod/eisteddfod/offerings/dao_sonnets.html