Why would I want to bother my eyes again
Now that I see the world through His eyes?
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Ode 2039
Go to your pillow and sleep, my son.Leave me alone in the passionOf this death-night.Let the mill turn with your grieving.But stay clear. Don’t fallinto the river with me.There’s no way out,no cure but death.Last night in a dream I saw an old manstanding in a garden.It was all Love.He held out his hand and…
A man
might do all right floating with the currentwhile humming in thenow.Thoughif one log is tied to a camel,who is also heading south along the bank – at the same pace-all could still be wellwith theworldunless the camelthinks he forgot something, andabruptly turns upstream,thenuh-oh.Most mindsdo not live in the presentand can stick to a reasonable plan;…
Love And Imagination
Love and imagination are magiciansWho create an image of the Beloved in your mindWith which you share your secret intimate moments.This apparition is made of nothing at al,But from its mouth comes the question,‘Am I not your Loved One?’and from you the soft reply’Yes.Yes.Yes.’
O You Who’Ve Gone On Pilgrimage
O you who’ve gone on pilgrimage –where are you, where, oh where?Here, here is the Beloved!Oh come now, come, oh come!Your friend, he is your neighbor,he is next to your wall –You, erring in the desert –what air of love is this?If you’d see the Beloved’sform without any form –You are the house, the master,You…
What will
Will they wake with their hearts wanting to play,the way wingsshould?Will they have dreamed the needed flights and gatheredthe strength from the planets that allmen and women need to balancethe wonderful charms ofthe earthso that her power and beauty does not make us forget our own?I know all about the ways of the heart –…
Ode 2357
“Granite and Wineglass”You are granite.I am an empty wineglass.You know what happens when we touch!You laugh like the sun coming up laughsat a star that disappears into it.Love opens my chest, and thoughtreturns to its confines.Patient and rational considerations leave.Only passion stays, whimpering and feverish.Some men fall down in the road like dregs thrown out.Then,…
I see so deeply within myself.
Not needing my eyes, I can see everything clearly.
Why would I want to bother my eyes again
Now that I see the world through His eyes?
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Blue-Butterfly Day – Poem by Robert Frost
It is blue-butterfly day here in spring,And with these sky-flakes down in flurry on flurryThere is more unmixed color on the wingThan flowers will show for days unless they hurry. But these are flowers that fly and all but sing:And now from having ridden out desireThey lie closed over in the wind and clingWhere wheels…
Sonnet Cxxxv by William Shakespeare
Whoever hath her wish, thou hast thy ‘Will,’And ‘Will’ to boot, and ‘Will’ in overplus;More than enough am I that vex thee still,To thy sweet will making addition thus.Wilt thou, whose will is large and spacious,Not once vouchsafe to hide my will in thine?Shall will in others seem right gracious,And in my will no fair…
The Chance Of Humming
A manstanding on two logs in a rivermight do all right floating with the currentwhile humming in thenow.Thoughif one log is tied to a camel,who is also heading south along the bank – at the same pace-all could still be wellwith theworldunless the camelthinks he forgot something, andabruptly turns upstream,thenuh-oh.Most mindsdo not live in the…
Did I not say to you, “Go not there, for I am your friend; in this
Even though in anger you depart a hundred thousand yearsfrom me, in the end you will come to me, for I am your goal.Did I not say to you, “Be not content with worldly forms, for Iam the fashioner of the tabernacle of your contentment? ”Did I not say to you, “I am the sea…
The Exposed Nest – Poem by Robert Frost
You were forever finding some new play.So when I saw you down on hands and kneesI the meadow, busy with the new-cut hay,Trying, I thought, to set it up on end,I went to show you how to make it stay,If that was your idea, against the breeze,And, if you asked me, even help pretendTo make…
Stuff I Love
Here are some things that make me smileMy lip corners upturn when these come into mindAmazing as the rainbow stained glass tilesAnd also simple as a little bird’s first flight Try to think of a refreshing, blazing autumn forestLike the earth’s been studded with candid rubiesA riot of warm colours, a blazing, dazzling messLike Picasso…