significant satori

[fledgist]

 

across the hills the young goats lightly prance
but far below i see the black stream glide
i'm here alone there's no one at my side
the world is caught preparing its next dance
cloud throws me into a sort of light trance
a single sunbeam on the swamp will slide
as distantly a ship sails with the tide
i cannot tell it's my turn to advance
sunlight explodes if i just play my part
a better law must govern what is shown
we speak but once and yet we have been heard
all this i carry in my living heart
now further in from the magic unknown
but bound to listen for the honest word