In a dark time the eyes begin to see,
i meet my shadow in a depend shade,
i hear my echo in the echoing wood
a lord of nature weeping to a tree
i live between the heron and the wren
beast of the hill and serpent of the den.
What madness but nobility of soul,
at odds with circumstance? the day's on fire,
i know the purity of pure despair
my shadow pinned against the sweating wall
the place among the rocks, is it a cave,
or winding path? the edge is what i have,
A steady storm of circumstances,
a night flowing with birds and ragged moon,
and in broad day the midnight come again!
a man goes far to find out he is
death of a self in a long, fearless night,
all natural shapes blazing natural light.
Dark, dark my light and darker my desire.
my soul, like some heat madden summer fly,
keeps buzzing at the still. which i is i?
a fallen man, i climb out of my fear.
the mind enters itself, and God the mind,
and one is one, free free in the tearing wind.
