Searching All Things

A freer journey starts as the new day dawns

Everland opens further to early searchers

Its festive realms ever more profound

Its seeings, smaller, its treasures tinier by far

Responsive atoms join in flurries in stronger lines

Deeper mine shafts loom dark, the spirit searching all things

Out of utter undoing the seeker flies the deeper faster

Taking form in what is found, from what was given

 

A road appears, the steeply curving least-taken path

And on it, all the fallen dead splayed out in colours of fire

The trees beside them stand almost bare of splendour

Their dying season here all their old knowledge-leaves fall

A man-child walks as a woman encompasses a man             

And down the winding way they wander fused as one

Brighter still their hearts of flame they burn fuller red

But centre-pinned their passion passes by unseen

Blind the eyes that refuse entry by the narrow door