The Shadow-Beings of
Shambala unite in
cosmic revelationship.
In the Dragon Seat
I am bones & my friends are bones
It is our common bond.
The Dark One casts shadows
at noon across the violets.
I stand in a doorway
waiting for him.
The deep cool interior
of the house
beckons.
In the evening
by the incense smoke of fire
With the black cauldron coming to a boil
I drum on the skin of an antelope.
Outside, the footsteps of
The Dark One are heard
