FORGET-ME-NOTIt is the angles who are angelsSlowly rising to ninety degreesPointing the pathways of stars.Each season each cycle risesFrom the zero point that is formlessTo manifest as the rainbow of flowersOr tones of scales immeasurableThat again in fullness arise to calm.They dissipate the dew and anticipate youPlaying your part in the Now evermore.... Seed to flower and flower to seedThe moon by day connects the dreamsTo those awakened long before sunrise,Our duty is simple: we record and transmitEtchings on metal or rock, sketchings of timeThat memory has forgotten, yet, messages they areStories told as fires turn to white coalsAdmonitions of change, sparks rising highTo meet the dancing dark of sky that itselfHas wandered so far from its beginnings... Why do we seek understanding whileStanding under the heavens above?T pillars and standing stonesLintels and menhirs point the way.Nodding heads scry out the memoryThat pendulums our dreamsOf another time or place\so exactly like now...but notWe have all been here before, a chorus soundsThat melody haunts our days and in deep darkRolls us over and up into a mythic journey.That nadir we seek is near but never hereThe portal and doorways retreat like whispy cloudsOr fog before the gauntlet of sunrays and daysWhere stories by other fires were sungWhile deeper in the caves babies were birthedIn their memory to repeat and reveal again the secret.... That we are one:One hand of a clock always movingYet moving in two directions indeedOne to the flower and one to the seedYet it is the fruit and leaf and precious rootThat remains, for that is the song!The zenith is spinning on and on and onAlways a completion of form squares the circleAnd yet is already dissolved into centerFor the ancestors always return! Barbury Castle has shown us the transits of TimeThey ratchet the truth up and out of nothingnessTriangles breathe tetrahedron-like and spin awayCircles collapse like lungs in that breath of fresh sphereYet lo that square that beckons us on is calling...The four corners are spread full eagleAn owl from each of those angles has flownTo Sirius Orion and Pleiades and beyondEach traces the path of souls to the Great Swan.For there in the dark rift of timelessness we meetThe grandfathers speak of the huntWhile grandmothers still sew the tapestry tight.Other galaxies there meet like the HaudenosaunneUniting the tribes, planting the White PineBurying the hatchets as seeds of Peace. The great Medicine wheel is centered thereIts vertical axis pierces that heart of darknessWhere other Suns and Star-daughters singOf that longest journey from head to heart. The tears we shed for our brothers and sistersWhose wings have lifted them from sightAccompany the owl in its silent flight.Like seasons gone but not they areAround the corners of this now fledTo that pow wow where they dance awhile.. They do come back, like the flowersLike endless waves on new shorelinesThey again will find their formFrom their formlessness.They dropped their leaves to delight usIn deepest winter they smile and tug at usRemind us that they are coming backBut coming back like that hand of Timethat ever forward moves...- By Dunk
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