lying-sleeping-gods

I once was lost But now am found Though there's Just one way in And one way out Are they the same? The way is narrow And it winds, oh how it winds

And there and then, my spirit finds Your Spirit, with my own colliding In a joyous, hapless biding Each encounter, asking “Is this it – is this rest? Have I passed some final test? Am I centred, but not central? Am I done with questions, and with answers And with footsteps – endless footsteps?”

But She just says No words at all Which perhaps Was what I came here to hear?

Her presence feels faint But somehow, that doesn't matter so much And I am Just a little more sure-footed