ancient women, wood canoe 
slow canal in Timbuktu 
deep dark water, city stew 
she reaches in, eyes crystal blue  
  
ideal angels shift and croon 
inner wisdom, out of tune 
murky water, hot in june 
brackish stench or hearty stew 

a man can master, sword and spear
can he drink deeply, without fear? 

finding wisdom in the depth 
untold loss, of time he slept 
staring forward, tears he wept 
longing deeply, soul inept 

looking inward, open doors
asking kindly, under floors
prying gently in the night
whisper softly, birds take flight

soul awakens, light released
integrated, and in peace

ask the inner anima 
and you shall receive