The outer eyes cannot behold it
Nor the inner eye of the soul
Only the eye of spirit
The eye of the heart
Can see in the dark light
Emanating from itself
As the centre of all centres
Neither in the outer world
Nor in the inner
And yet the core of both
Neither light
Nor its absence
Neither full
Nor empty
Timeless
Spaceless
And yet eternally omnipresent
At each point
In time and space
How can I ever find
My way back home
To that placeless place
From which I sprang?
'I' cannot
Knot
Not!
Our wonderful brown-skin man!
Shhh.. come hither little one
Shhh.. come hither little one
Come sit on my ego
You'll be safe there
There there
I'll be gentle I promise
Who whispers him so pantingly and close?
His sweet sister of all those
His friend, her dear
Hushing signs she made
And breath’d a sister’s sorrow to persuade
Her eloquence did breathe away the curse
She led him like some midnight spirit nurse
Of happy changes in emphatic dreams
Along a path between two little streams
Guarding his forehead as he slumbers in her lap
Down some lonesome path
Her black swan king
Their footsteps slow
A dark stripe across their sky
With crystal mocking of the trees and sky
You'll be safe there
There there
I'll be gentle I promise
Who whispers him so pantingly and close?
His sweet sister of all those
His friend, her dear
Hushing signs she made
And breath’d a sister’s sorrow to persuade
Her eloquence did breathe away the curse
She led him like some midnight spirit nurse
Of happy changes in emphatic dreams
Along a path between two little streams
Guarding his forehead as he slumbers in her lap
Down some lonesome path
Her black swan king
Their footsteps slow
A dark stripe across their sky
With crystal mocking of the trees and sky
Lush, mournful gardens bow as they pass
They weep for their endured pain
She guides him through the water straight
Towards a bowery island opposite
By many a summer’s silent fingers
To her cool bosom she would bring
And minstrel memories of times gone by
Who from Olympus watch our destinies?
Whence came that high perfection of their many lives?
Leaving
In naked comeliness
Unshaded
She guides him through the water straight
Towards a bowery island opposite
By many a summer’s silent fingers
To her cool bosom she would bring
And minstrel memories of times gone by
Who from Olympus watch our destinies?
Whence came that high perfection of their many lives?
Leaving
In naked comeliness
Unshaded
A cultured man with rings
Within his ear-lobes
With shadows on his cheek bone
Within his ear-lobes
With shadows on his cheek bone
Bronzed firm
Kingly calves
And orbed brow
Smooth cheeks
'lectric eyes
Kingly calves
And orbed brow
Smooth cheeks
'lectric eyes
Poets of the skies
Look long and hard
Look long and hard
I know not how he came to be
With such a paradise of lips and kisses
With such a paradise of lips and kisses
And yea I do wanna lay my lips on your explosive mouth
Half smiles
And faintest sighs
Half smiles
And faintest sighs
A slight nod
Ah huh
Mmmmm
That, when I think thereon
My spirit clings
And plays about its fancy
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever
Its loveliness increases
It will never
Pass into nothingness
But still will keep
A bower quiet for us
And a sleep
That, when I think thereon
My spirit clings
And plays about its fancy
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever
Its loveliness increases
It will never
Pass into nothingness
But still will keep
A bower quiet for us
And a sleep
Once upon the seas of Abyssinia?
There there, right there...
