A Dialogue Between Inner Self & Oversoul
After William Butler Yeats
My Oversoul, I summon you now at pyramid’s peak;
Above me, I perceive, yet in my very marrow,
Why do I await the Owl’s call, to catch your starlit voice?
I plunge through horizontal labyrinths of each day, neglecting our oneness.
In the darkness, I feel your Light never wandering.
My dearest Inner Self, one of many, as you know, unique as freckles on your flesh,
No severing occurs when your mind strays;
You cannot rend the golden thread that flows between thee and me.
Follow the Green Man through flowers and forest, centuries
of incarnations. With every arcana you turn,
I am there, in the Druid circle, in every stone you hold.
Wear silken embroidery or torn peasant’s clothing,
But fear not. It is a journey. Your choice. My presence.