'Before the red sunrise
Could catch my steps
Upon the dew,
Across the quiet hills
They came, where sun
Is last to leave
And fog is first to move,
And a solemn,
Inward marching
Awaits the moon....'

A world perceived in change, a moment hidden in darkness, silent companions to our inward movements.... Who are the uninitiated? Where do they come from? The poems that make up this volume hold a sign of our connection to phenomena, entering into a space where chaos becomes recognition, where attention finds purpose, and ancient ritual an understanding of the present. The more elegantly described, the more truthful feeling becomes; the more truthfully conveyed, the more closely we approach this world and come face to face with ourselves.