Golden spear

Golden spear sails forth, driving through water

a tail of bubbles pursue

bursting with mirrored mosaics.

Down below, a fast-paced team of chasers

trip along the sands

dancing over boulders, leaping hills.

They unleash ruby kites, flying them

up, up, up in the currents,

now swooping towards

the gleaming shadow of the spear's path.

And all the while the spear flies

free of kites, free of air.

Rushing, rushing, rushing

the waters applaud the leader and the chase.

Eddies and torrents

delight in the surprise.

A gift, a gift, a gift

sing the whistling pursuers,

laughing and sucking

in the glistening gleam.

And the golden spear glides onwards,

ever-true, heading always

in favour of the heart.

Golden, singing spear:

rings and chants the hour of salvation,

the serendipitous flirtation with chance,

the meander into heartland, the dream;

charges up one who knows he holds it

with glorious leaping electrons,

sends shivers out into the world.

"I bring joy and love and passion.

I am with you for you.

I sing for your strength

I chant for your heart

I strike light when I am held."

The golden, singing spear -

a seeker's weapon, staff, tool,

light, courage, strength,

hope, determination, essence.