The Uninitiated

<p>'Before the red sunrise<br>Could catch my steps<br>Upon the dew<br>Across the quiet hills<br>They came where sun<br>Is last to leave<br>And fog is first to move<br>And a solemn<br>Inward marching<br>Awaits the moon....'</p><p>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 finds purpose and ancient ritual an understanding of the present. The more elegantly described the more truthful feeling becomes; the more truthfully conveyed the more closely we approach this world and come face to face with ourselves.</p>