The blue-green spirit of late summer is fading.

The amber glow of autumn is drawing near.

Soon, something unseen will clutch at our collarbones and say:

You who are world-weary…walk with me.

Not far from here

down a winding road

is a crossing-over place.

When your feet shuffle through the veil,

the heaviness of these times skitters away

like lizards

like years

like one’s own wits

when too much time is spent

in the glass-and-metal world.

When you can’t keep up anymore, it’s a good place to go

to surrender to the seamless flow

where heart-mind and landscape remember their ancient oneness.

(c) 2018 / Frank LaRue Owen (Wandering Stone Lantern) /

sound: Spirit Passage / Desert Inbetween / Steve Roach + Brian Parnham