The Unknown Way

Follow the Great Dog
Drink of the waters of Baljuna
Come of good company.
The moon is full south of Kherlan
and it walks its way to the steppes
to meet the sun.


And be at peace
at peace with the hills
that wind west
with the valleys that sink
beneath the edge of the earth
with all of the tents before you.


Enter them slowly.
A feast has been prepared
in each,
A song has been sung,
in each,
A scribe will offer you the pen of truth.

And what will you write?
And if you write
who will read it?
And if it is read
who will know?

It is in knowing
we find the seed of the mustard
that waits before the rain
that waits before the sun
that waits until the ground
has aged with a million deaths,
And then it knows.