The Uninitiated

'Before the red sunrise
Could catch my steps
Upon the dew,
Across the quiet hills
They came, where sun
Is last to leave
And fog is first to move,
And a solemn,
Inward marching
Awaits the moon....'

A world perceived in change, a moment hidden in darkness, silent companions to our inward movements.... Who are the uninitiated? Where do they come from? The poems that make up this volume hold a sign of our connection to phenomena, entering into a space where chaos becomes recognition, where attention find...