The Yew Tree

The hinge of the door
swinging between worlds
the seen and unseen:
stand on the threshold
at the still point.

In this sacred place
at this sacred time,
silence speaks itself:
the word is uttered
to unlock the door.

The door is opened
into hidden worlds
unfolding in time
within the circle
of death and rebirth.

Two halves are joined,
slowly orbiting
the silent centre,
the unknown stillness,
unknowable Tao.