He Around Whom Shadows Dance

The master of reading gestures of the subtle body
Fought with the Keeper of the Upper World’s Drum.
I could watch them as one watches the waters of Styx,
For centuries.
It seems, over the years, I have become excessively cynical.

I want to become myself before I grow up,
I want to be wise more than to end up in a box of nails,
But the wheels of universal love are turned by the solar wind,
As long as
We remain under the arch of the code of life.

Stand, as the pine stands.
Go, as the wave goes.
Fall, as the snow falls,
But do not scatter yourself, rushing away,
Do not waste your strength on a restless run!

When your gambit, played with finesse and cunning,
Is broken by the strike of the board to the back of the head,
You may call fate endlessly insidious
A Megera,
But remember, bright is he around whom shadows dance.

Stand, as the pine stands.
Sing, as spring sings.
Fall, as the light falls,
There where it is needed, and where it is not,
There where it is needed, where it is not.