Trunk Shadow

The Blind man ran his reading fingers over the Elephants Body
With his gentle ears flapping
He took hold of the Trunk
Than the Tail; On down to his round toes
Slowly moving alongside of the bodies’ wide rim
Quickly my fear had me do an up-turn
As the Tusk of chaos Clamor
Breaking silence the Vulgar Traffic abounds
My venerable Elephant knows his way
So I shuttle myself Upon his broad back of intuition
My blindness is the lack Of knowing life's natural law
Resting within my sensitive shadowed spirit
Dreams carry me home to Love