Council Meeting - Wisdom Stories

BOOK OF MIRRORS

I am reading light and shadow from the book of mirrors

In the valley of the wolf two deer hearts bound out
Of the darkness of the dream world
Grace opening upward over the fallen branches
The dead that did not reach their stride
Sleeping Goddess fetal in their veins
Unseasoned with the salt of the hearts blood

The season will come again
When the dead will rise from the compost
Antlers growing to the stars
Mirrors of what we are
Shadows but the turf
From what we become