The Hidden Word

They say she lives here somewhere
 Where, they do not know
 When storms jangle the valley
 She wears a robe of snow
 They say she lives here somewhere
 For the soul on foot to find
 And makes her morning rounds
 Leaning on a cane of pine
 And if she lives here somewhere
 Then all of this she sees
 From spring's remembered beetles
 To the last bones of the trees
 The owl in the twilight,
 The hour that lifts your eyes
 From the question in your pocket
 To the wandering of the light
 And as I behold the autumn's
 Fiery eyes beholding me
 There are times when they must see her
 Other times they must see me
 Are we one and are we only
 Like a wind moves through the world
 Like a God moves in its garden
 To become the hidden word
 I'm always on the run and I hate copy paste for god's sake
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 When the autumn smells of ashes
 Where your feet have left the road
 When the road is just a memory
 And the future just a word
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 When all that is of value
 Lies hidden in the world
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 I lie down beside the river
 To become the hidden God