‘Eyer the jester in the eye of the needle maker
Beware the bounty hunter
Charged to track down and capture Melchizedek
Neither born before dead
Nor dead before born
A blind man
Looking for signs in the heavens
A deaf man
Listening for the beat of distant hoofs
obviosity hidden in the obvious

A caravan of words spoken
Like beasts of burden leaving
Footprints in the sands of time
Meaning lost in the many tracks
Wind blows them away
Without a trace

And yet the way is made clear by clearing the way
Accession in prostration
Wise men disguised as fools
In all sincerity
Watching themselves
Laugh at themselves
While laughing themselves as they
Laugh at themselves

Till there is only laughter
And no self left to scorn
and all have laughed themselves
into Holy Wholeness

Nice poem .