Hunter seeks the invisible cord
That sets his universe right.
is a restlessness surrounding him,
Disturbing most who meet him . . .
I come not from this country, or the next.
In my land, the invisible one rules . . .
have seen him,
In the fading light of day,
Share whispers with a low-slung moon.
what field does he gaze now?
Is he my progeny?
Or I his?
Is he the future?
Or the pasts decline?
have seen the Hunter,
And have been decidedly changed . . .
He holds much to admire, much to avoid.
as he brushed by me,
On the way to his freedom,
His hand accidentally touched my cheek;
is warmed by his fire.
Hunter seeks Immortal Game.
There is a bonfire in his chest;
cooks his body on the fire,
Slaking his thirst.
ways of the hunter
Are mysteries to most men
(And to the hunter, as well)
has brought him here,
the inner regions,
Unanswered, and Unnamed.
The Hunter: A Coda
bridge between two kindred lands,
His annunciation remains ever clear.
He will move through the veils,
And set up camp for us ahead.
the border between life and passing,
Life provides the solution to his Quest.
He must now become mercys living arrow.
A bird on a wire,
For all to see.
But not resolve.
Now stripped of life,
But not impact.
For the bridge still remains . . .
prepares now for our coronation.
And leaves us each a question to answer:
Will WE assume OUR throne?
through ministrations of human love,
Rainbows herald his passing on both sides now.
Ah, Double Happiness!
Boundless Joy Arising.
victory is ours.
He would not want it any other way.