Lord Of The Least

The Guardian stands
At the center of the grove.
At once he is
The strength of oak
The fleeting stag
And The Horned One.

And nestled in his bowery cloak
The jewel-beings
Flash of delight
Beneath a leaf.

And within his cloak
Clasped in the
Entwining roots
The entire cosmos.

The shaman runs
With the deer
And boundaries of time
And place and size and
Being
Blur with the speed of
Motion.