In a dark time the eye begins to see
I meet my shadow in the deepening shade
I hear my echo in the echoing wood
A lord of nature weeping to a tree
I live between the heron and the wren
Beasts of the hill and serpents of the den
What's madness but nobility of soul
At odds with circumstance? The day's on fire!
I know the purity of pure despair
My shadow pinned against a sweating wall
That place among the rocks-is it a cave
Or winding path? The edge is what I have
A steady storm of correspondences!
A night flowing with birds a ragged moon
And in broad day the midnight come again!
A man goes far to find out what he is
Death of the self in a long tearless night
All natural shapes blazing unnatural light
Dark dark my light and darker my desire
My soul like some heat-maddened summer fly
Keeps buzzing at the sill Which I is I?
A fallen man I climb out of my fear
The mind enters itself and God the mind
And one is One free in the tearing wind