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under the stately oak

a hermit stands, lantern held aloft.

he sees the same tree

but with a stranger's eyes.

tie a knot from willow wythes

walk clockwise with the sunrise

burn poseys or write in ancient dyes

nothing bestows the power

to see through another's eyes.

the maiden swan of mourning

ambles through the garden gate

sadness will not stop

her dancing in the sand.

by oceans, deserts, or languid lakes

in forest fires and earthquakes

whether darkness or dawn breaks

in the places god forsakes

it's her own fate that she makes.

i have seen a tree

with roots in the sand

and roots in the sea.

stranger paths have crossed.

the hermit and the maiden swan

together or alone and gone

battles lost and battles won

it matters not what has been done

if it leads to being one.