Many years ago
As a stranger young and familiar
I walked alone in my darkness
Branches embraced my flesh
Harshly tender
The leaves
The leaves stirred ahead
Presence felt unseen
For no sight is the Wind
Only action unseen
Everything it was
I witnessed the leaves
Leaves that stir in shadow
What path thus rustled
What direction winds blow
The Way
Which way is the Way
The leaves stir spoke the Wind
Follow the Shadowed Leaves
The begininng of the end
A beginning with no end
Art and Poetry
