as if to speak thus is to overreach
what may by human mind be understood.
Yet is it not the given power of mind
to do this very thing, and boldly seek
always the greater picture, there to find
the greater causes, and of them to speak?
Our consciousness is greater than the Sun;
it shines beyond the shadows of the mind;
in universal thoughts that look to One
a richer life this greater love may find.
Thus unnamed unity may head our quest;
for Goodness, Truth and Beauty there still rest..
but it said nothingI worshipped the Selfbut it did not smile at meI surrendered every actionto the Selfbut it only watched,said nothing,did not smilenow I am silent,watch, and smile:how can you findthat which you never lost?
nasty jumpy upandown thingiesI’ll like to hit you out of court with a boing…, like Martina Hinghisand as for Fart Button,what sort of a site is this to have that crudely put on?
Abundance knows no limitsto its gratitude, to its praise.They have not forgottenwhen things were otherwise.Their faces shine.With all this, their eyes are bright;Here, now.
behind the observer, the immortal soul:Robert Capa shot(as they say) five major warsas mankind’s recordof man’s inhumanity to man.Finally, was shot himself.When asked for adviceby a young photographer, he said,“Like people; and let them know it..”And so he printed out his soul.
There are times I’m sure it must be so.Is it singing in its waiting heartfor words to join it, tell itself in song?Reason says, indeed it may be so.When a poem goes straight from ear to heart,its words so musical, it’s now our song,it sings these words: the heart is always so.(from a thought by…
unless the knowledge wants to sing?why waste timeon searching rhymeunless the joy can’t help but dance?why waste timeon searching rhymeunless the mind is full of sound?then rhyme with timeand sing and danceand lose your heartto happenstance.
