We who with songs beguile your pilgrimage / And swear that Beauty lives though lilies die, / We Poets of the proud old lineage / Who sing to find your hearts, we know not why ... (James Elroy Flecker)
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10.9.18

A Way of Understanding

A Way of Understanding

Deep silence in the mind is a void,
we are told – but I see it more
as a tunnel, a conduit
taking awareness out
to meet Larger Mind
('universal
consciousness')
and merge
with.


Another nonet for Fussy Little Forms at 'imaginary garden with real toads'.

9.9.18

Keeping Watch



Keeping Watch

In the hushed solitude of late night –
communing with moonlight and owl,
drifting clouds, oceans of stars –
I gaze down through the pane
at our little street
in its calm, still,
slumbering,
silent
dark.



A nonet for Fussy Little Forms at 'imaginary garden with real toads'.