Calling our presence together
The great secret is no secret
Senses fit the winds,
visible is visible
Rain-mist curtains wave through the bearded vale,
gray atoms wet the wind's Kabbalah
Cross-legged on a rock in dusk rain,
rubber booted in soft grass, mind moveless,
breath trembles in white daisies by the roadside
Heaven breath and my own symmetric
Airs wavering through antlered green fern
drawn in my navel, same breath as breathed through Capel-Y-Ffin,
Sounds of Aleph and Om
through forests of gristle,
my skull and Lord Hereford's Knob equal,
All Albion one."
