The Orienting Signal

What guides one’s heart when lost at sea

What hides, within the seed, a tree

Abides the eyes when they can’t see

Resides within, a lockless key

x

What helps us heal and sets us free

That inkling of divinity

What lets our sight pass through debris

That spark of creativity

x

Whatever clothes it wears for you

At least this much is surely true

When you cannot, yourself, see through

You turn to this to seek a clue

x

The subtle plot of cosmic life

Is writ in each and every hue

To stalk it is to walk the knife

To take the strange and unknown cue

x

A lighthouse on a stormy night

Like writing found within your soul

Delighting in the ancient rite

Of taking part and making whole

x

The gift of metaphor and sight

The secret of the poet’s plight

To forge a star and focus light

One’s inspiration must take flight

x

Just what we are, one cannot say

The signs we see spell out the way

The lines we read and write each day

Echo with themes with which we play

x

So note your dreams and hear their call

Their push and pull upon your mind

They often prophesize the fall

What other gems might you then find

x

If all the stars, for you, aligned

What could you do, who could you be?

If you could live your life as signed

An avatar of destiny

x

To hear the whispers on the wind

To smell the scent of times since past

To come to see how we have sinned

To break the spell that has been cast

x

To do all this and more we must

Become the guide who we might trust

To lead the way and light the path

To turn the tide and quell the wrath

x

The man who talks to trees and birds

The girl who chased the fireflies

The one who wields not blades but words

The dreamer of infinite skies

x

As to the task your soul does rise

So too does it rise to meet you

For life as dance does catalyze

A fresh vision of one’s purview

x

The world will tell you where to go

And where this ends, no one can know

Quiet your soul and listen here

Your fate is drawing ever near