Majestic World

The unseen is still there. New moon.
Deep in the abyss, I see the majestic world
In the fireflies hauntingly spaced throughout
The meadow, other mysterious flashes of light,
The slope of the hills and the subtle sway
Of branches outlined against a web of stars.

Though I can’t see the path before me, I feel
The seed heads of the lilting grass sweep my fingers
At the edge and I keep my way and following
The curve of the earth, I know how high
To step and when to turn and listening
To the harmony of drum, chime, and flute,
I know where connections rest, and mostly I know
That this majestic world contains my life.

And when the dutiful world
Squeezes the expanding majesty,
I listen to that voice within me:

You aren’t afraid of the dark.
You can find your way.
You are your own light.
The unseen is still here.