Sunday, November 3, 2013

This Little Acre

(ca. 1986/7) 

Elixir sweet is the Will refined,
      it empow'rs the personality –
      it swells from heart and stills the mind,
      ennobling our reality.
Of the Self-in-all I sing to you,
      of the joy surpassing reason;
      come sing with me of life renewed,
      come season upon season.


In the expression of hospitality
introductions are an empty gesture
for charity is in the glance.

In the lovingkindness of heart
words are few because inadequate …
for Thought molds and cultivates
the feeling and consideration of feeling.

When one is in love one is in love,
and when that is greater than all considerations
the oceanic quality of the heart
dictates all boundaries,
carrying off all that's entrusted to it
to a place solid beyond imagining,
where no rises or depressions upset the balance,
where the virgin quantity of one's innocence
and profound effervescent beauty are restored.


While we still occupy this little acre,
                                 you and I,
be like a pump and draw this ocean
into a cup, absorbing it in depth.

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