the streaming presence of Seth

there is a soliloquy.....

imagine if you will,
an omniscient god
beneath the falling leaves
dreaming of awakening,
splendid in the elongated light,
a  druid dancer
taking root and wing,
in the stream the loneliest life:
a shamanic journey
inside the museum of time,
an open invitation

we walk through the
gates of Paradise empty-handed
speak with sensuous
fingertips,
shhhhh!
what do you hear echoing in
the chamber of your heart?

the cosmos bears witness
we will never pass this way again.