Last night, a brother and I paddled the river of memories.

We took the deep trails and the switchbacks of laughter.

We drank like Scots chasing Romans away before the building of Hadrian's Wall.

We found our stride.

Relocated our swagger.

Everyone needs a night like this now and again.

A night to reclaim one's holy wildness.

A night to remember bonds that do not fade with age.

A night of fearless spontaneity.

A night to grab a goddess by the hand and dance the spinning cosmos awake.

You may not remember everywhere you go on such a night

but when the Deep-Seeing Eye of the Traveling Self

pieces the shards of the evening back together again,

you'll see that every step of the way

you were accompanied by the light of humanity

and the deep faith of the ten-thousand things.


(c) 2018 / Frank LaRue Owen (Wandering Stone Lantern) / purelandpoetry.com

sound: Mira La Luna / Dandara

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