An Ornamental Hermit

Mystical poem written 4-12-24.

1.
Once I was,
A Woman of Earth,
Walking to and fro,
Across the face of the land

I wrestled with the spinning disc,
Danced with the bridging blade,
Was washed away by the flowing chalice,
And transformed by the burning wand

2.
Then in aspiration I reached up, up, up,
And bent down, down, down,
Until a divided angel, supple and sound,
Appeared to me 

My companion, my friend,
My counselor and comforter,
When 4am knows all my secrets,
He is there to share them

3.
Led to learning by the Wise One,
I worked and wrote,
And taught and wrought,
The theory and practice of reason

I found those few,
Who spoke to my mind,
Who inspired my heart,
Who bade me be free   

4.
Storm clouds grew,
As a path appeared,
Through a vast fungal forest,
In the hungering dark between ideal and actual

At its far edge,
A sandy relic,
With a pillar at its point,
Upon which rests my grave

5.
Now I wander the estate,
Stricken and hollow,
Wandering at the edges,
Of other people’s lives

An ornamental hermit,
Scribbling and muttering,
Answers to questions,
That no one asked