The Unknown God

The Cicada aum has returned to my Beloved Parkway,
purple-rich asters grow by the wayside,
the Rose-Of-Sharon blooms next to my Hibiscus,
Queen Anne's Lace decorate a mid-summer's night dream,
soon crickets will play their woeful harps,
I've lived long enough to know these transitory
signs

I have lived long enough to wander deep into my own forest
I have seen the Golden Light through all the falling leaves
as the light shines from the soul, even as I have mistaken the
snake for a branch and the branch for the snake, but I can still
hear the forest breathe with its own music as it hastens me
down another Path of recognition

And sometimes it seems as though the earth herself opens up
and swallows me, spitting me out in a jungle where only wild things
grow... and in my wildness I fall silent for the fear is inside me,
and the silence grows and carries me off with a warm wind
to the desert of my mind

I thirsted and hungered for truth and beauty... lost for all those years
in the mirage I create from that sand storm of intention,
and I ask why have you foresaken me, dear God, even as I
am swept away onto the shores of my destiny, with miles yet to go...

There.. is my sacred mountain... bleeding feet and blistering tongue,
I climb, almost frozen inside the shell of me, time ripens me,
I have only a moment's "Aha"...
breathless, only my spirit survives
I, the Unknown God of me.