Beginnings
Full moonlight flows onto the silent moor.
No emergency disturbs her calm.
And her rays impart mystery.
The hidden waters lay waiting.
Their golden depths bathe the secret shore.
They whisper your name.
There is only this moment.
This existence is everything.
I have no future, nor past.
A fine white pony carries me
into the cool north wind.
And I cannot remember tomorrow's tasks.
The waking seeds of spring
Send forth their first tendrils
Under the blanket of moonlight.
We are taking our first steps together.
Tentative forays into undiscovered country.
Gates of Wisdom, open for me.