Chapter two

 they had had

long seasons of joy together,

when their breaths

 drew into their bodies,

all the sustenance

 of

     

When they had owned

 the simple

we humans are here on Earth

to weave and sing,

To

 

 birds flowers children

--All Life--

had then danced

 sweet songs of joy

 

now, though

 had lost

 its entire luster

 

 we humans grow

through

rhythms of

and

  

 soul days and nights

 

Now

was an unuttered

 

absolutely

 

 

His sealed lips hid

the gaping aching

of  the betrayal of love

 

that is why

at age thirty-three

like a

a gong of consciousness called him

 

to end a cycle

and answer

an unexpected, unavoidable

commanding him forth

 

A note was singing itself

on the top vertebrae

of his spine

 

calling him to manhood

 

to vision, to wisdom,

to realization

with the biological inevitability

of ripening grain

 

At times he felt

the roar of the ocean in his guts

 

it was as if his life,

his entire life no longer fitted him

 

Awake and asleep

and inside the continent of dreams

 heard the call

 

thus one day

--appointed day, inner equinox--

 

roads called him

the river beckoned him

the ocean also

 

 FLASHED HIS MIND

 

gazing at the sky

beyond far off hills

he allowed words inside his head

to

and define his urge

 

"On this small whirling

 

there must be a space

a place

where people have learned to live

 

I will work there

 

anchoring his hoe like a

  steeple toward the sky

at a

 

he went to gather a few seeds and things

 

He also wrote a note

inked in integrity

with the complete legacy of his past

to ALba Luz del Día

 his wife

 and to the children

whom he would so inevitably abandon

 

it was not easy

really not even possible

to explain to others

what inside himself

 he undeniably understood

 

he sealed the envelope with one final

oblong tear of sincerity

 

The next day,

(yet still within the edge of night)

at a vulnerable brink

before the first stirring

of the lavender petal of dawn,

 

with the cautious steps of a thief

left his home

at the beginning

of a new journey of his Soul

 

He walked through

the vastness of early woods

in sinuous narrow wet paths

to wider ways

toward the road to the Lake

 

A thick white fog

draped his mind

 

there was moist

inside his body

beneath that dampness

he sensed a sprouting seed

 

An unbound feeling

--like the wind unraveling

a bud onto flower--

danced in his heart

 

It was a fluttering,

slightly painful

 

He had felt this same feeling

dance in the moist nostrils

of a new born calf

 

"The world is wide

Someplace somewhere

There is a space

he sung silently inside his chest

Sunrise came:

setting his burdens aside

by a wide field he danced

a slow precise perfect

ancient solo dance

 

to the four directions

which were also

 

 

"Weaving the Shuttle"

"Fair Maiden's Hands"

"The Thread of Life"

"River of Time"

"Ocean of Bliss"

 

stark meditative motifs

 

his whole body

led by the breath

through the breath

 

Or before even the breath

 

 

by a        

 

Then he sat in silence

to center

to receive to attune to anchor

this new day

 

the  day he cast away

  many ancient shackles

to re-start

an infinite search for