but if the memory brings a surge
of energy, and gratefulness,
and consciousness and joy,
and love that’s limitless –
what’s wrong with memory
that brings these present gifts?
Today’s now golden; limitless.
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My mistress’ bedde, my wylling scholeroom is,
her scorns, her prayse, to me as equalle are;her swete chastisement, alle thatte I may aske;In her anatomie, I lerne newe worldes;I am Columbus, sayling to strange shores,fynde alle thynges newe; I am as one fresshe-taughte;nought of our schyppe to speke of myne or yours;Whanne infants, we are all shored safelie uppeby parentes luve, upon…
You took my breath away.
Ah yes, I remember.
After you’ve negotiated that artfully-conceived
through the fields of its estate,and it hoves into view,you always gasp – this palace– no, more like a temple with living quarters –set deep in the countryside, yet as sureas one in Athens or in Rome;yet that too is artfully contrived –the slight mound it’s built on,the cunning proportion that magnifies,disguises, with its public…
Hey, Self – how do I know that you exist?
for what we hope our real nature is,those things about us which we’re proud to affirm?So, can we know you? How to start the search?A dictionary hardly gives the clue;Or are you always far beyond our reach?A mirage always ‘too good to be true’?Or, are you so close known, that we can prove –by dropping…
‘And now, ladies and gentlemen,
the mirror from your purse…Monsieur, Signor, Mein Herr…we’ve come toThe Big Moment…’the moment for whichtourists gather; temples fill;saints and monks fall to their knees;contemplatives fall silent;even angels hold their breath;all Creation for a moment, still;look around, the beauty of it all:the earth so warm and freshunder the morning sun;rivers sparkle among greenest treesfull of breeze…
Not named as joy;
at the end of a thoughtthe eyes lifted; then,only the senses;only the senses’ action seen;only the endless beautyof the beautiful unnamed;only the glory of the foodof the senses unattached;where is the mindin this perfect satisfaction?who needs to name this blessing,blithe? or to name it, bliss?beyond a name;yet known.*