THRESHOLD <br /> <br />There is a sound that goes before <br />The seeker in the hills <br />An unheard peal of bells <br />From Morning Glory flowers <br />Echoes fallen from the dawn <br />Which came on waveless sea <br /> <br />Left or right <br />Down or up <br />Elusive whispers in the grass <br />Of many ways to test <br />For one. <br /> <br />Willow wisp of mind’s desire <br />Where are you now? <br />Within? <br />Without? <br />The SOURCE still calls.<br /><br />Thomas Golding<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/threshold-4/
