Friday, January 16, 2015


Climb the crags to the skyward lake
Go at night and to new morn awake
Leave the world to its troubled search
Sit in clean air against the silver birch
Upon the remains of long ancient bones
And hardy sheep on sunlit washed stones
Hear a cry of hawks hunting in the sky
Free and unfettered from questions why
Take all your ease for there is no haste
Drink clear water untouched by waste
Joy in the world is all we need to know
When revelation comes on green plateau