The Silver Calling

We have heard all our lives of the other place,
the perilous realm,
where the fair folk, the good neighbors, play their music.

But where is the border of their country?
How can it be anywhere,
now that we have explored the whole globe from poles to equator?

In the blazing light of the sun, with the blinding light of reason,
we have looked everywhere.
It is not to be found.

But in the crystalline darkness, we begin to know another truth.

The silver-gray gleams of the moon reveal to us,
in the unintended moment,
when we glance without seeking,
that the borders of the perilous realm are all about us.

All we need do is to trust, without understanding,
and follow the glimmers of what we know to be there.
(We must not frighten it by trying to decide if it is real or not. 
Such certainty is its antithesis).

The light of the silver lady calls us,
pulling us away from what we think we are
into what she knows we can become.
into what we unknowingly know is our true self.

Is this not always her call?
Whether she beckons in our dreams,
rides a silver chariot in the night sky,
walks hand in hand with us in the mall,
or sleeps softly beside us,
she is always calling.

Can you not hear her music,
the plucked strings and sweet voices calling from beyond the trees?