Over laker

Over a lifetime a man is drawn
A mystery of a being
A wanderer a warrior
A man of no definition
of all definitions

He waves his staff
not to strike a blow
But to open a million visions of who you are
the myriad of possibilities in the layers of your soul
each one a screaming animal
shrill and electric

He stands over the lake
the reservoir of birth and death
That strange shore from where it all starts
and where it all ends again

He dances the slow one
the life tickler
The sturdy wanderer
The seer of you, every atom of you
Touching your spectrums

And there he be
For a slow sweet eternity
speaking to your head awake
to your playground asleep
There he be any season please

Over the lake
The reservoir of birth and death
Each aspect of you
each parallel action in a window
you look through as he swings his staff

Moving in and out clouding your spirit
Obscuring the noise and revealing it senselessly
until you yourself see it in the lake
just a ripple as he steps into the water
Just a ripple each one an eternal cry for meaning

A simple vibration repeating itself through the water
like laughter
Laughter at the simplicity of our need for an answer
A million possible lives you've led through his staff