In Search of the Lost Feminine

I asked an old blind child this question:

“Now that you’ve walked through Night
and watched a new dawn make way for Day
do you have any questions for the ravens
or a message for Owl before She goes to roost ?”

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Ask any raven,
if, from time to time,
my soul could borrow
his or her eyes
to see at the world

And tell Owl
I’m beginning to see Light
from great distances in my darkness
but I need lessons in stalking stars

Each time I come near a star
it spins away
before I have time to pose
my question

I only wanted to ask

Have they heard that question
once too often
and now they’ll only answer
relevant questions?

Ask Owl
if She’d be willing to meet me
on Her way to roost in the open land?

Tell Her I’ll wait for her
beside the Breathing Tree
where the road forks neither east or west

Enclosed in glass
I’ll wait for Her
to ignite me
with The Question

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