I know you are too dear to stay;
You are so exquisitely sweet:
My lonely house will thrill some day
To echoes of your eager feet.
I hold your words within my heart,
So few, so infinitely dear;
Watching your fluttering hands I start
At the corroding touch of fear.
......
Veiling, barely, his dread
Beauty and its blaze,
An angel sets warm bread
and cool milk at my place.
His eyelids make the sign
Of prayer; I lower mine,
Words interleaving vision:
--Calm, calm, be ever calm!
Feel the whole weight a palm
Bears upright in profusion.
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If I should die, think only this of me:
That there's some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever England. There shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam,
A body of England's, breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.
And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
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Part I
HOW wonderful are dreams! If they but be
As some have said, the thin disjoining shades
Of thoughts or feelings, long foregone or late,
All interweaving, set in ghostly act
And strange procession, fair, grotesque, or grim,
By mimic fancy; wonderful no less
Are they though this be true and wondrous more
Is she, who in the dark, and stript of sense,
Can wield such sovereignty—the Queen of Art!
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The moon in the bureau mirror
looks out a million miles
(and perhaps with pride, at herself,
but she never, never smiles)
far and away beyond sleep, or
perhaps she's a daytime sleeper.
By the Universe deserted,
she'd tell it to go to hell,
and she'd find a body of water,
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De hemel hangt vandaag laag
alsof hij luistert naar wat niet wordt gezegd
een open ruimte boven alles
zonder oordeel of richting.
Soms lijkt hij eindeloos ver weg
dan weer dichtbij genoeg om te raken
een plek voor vragen zonder antwoord
waar stilte mag blijven bestaan.
After I died
I went to safe heaven
There I was reunited with
My loved ones
Yes had missed my loved ones
For a long time
During the day
I walk in my Father's garden
His garden is beautiful
Full of flowers
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Heaven, synonymous with
Heart in its becoming of
the New Human ~
perception, perceiver and perceived
when merging incubates an
anechoic reality________
all else incanting illusion
labyrinths of hopelessness
whether it includes jade palaces, tantric temples
peacocks and tigers or not
......
WHERE NO ILLUSIONS DWELL
My Heart pours out remnants
of nothingness as I create in
form from Universes unknown
Union becomes Duality
a dash between birth and death
then disappears back
to Source from whence it
sprung
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