Long
the falling
rain;
let it fall
and
wash away
my sorrow,
that I
may have
peace,
and not
weariness
in the
times of
my grief:
fall,
rain of my
soul.

Mind, heart,
Separate,
One without
The other,
Longing;
Longing, and
The other lost,
Steeped in
Illusion;
Lost,
Without
Compassion.


Truth?


Duality;


Suff­ering
Perceived
As pain;
When
Accepted,
The teacher of
My heart.

Wind
Swells in the sea and
Sky,
Darkening;
My little boat
fares on,
Waiting
For the
World to
Calm.

In walking down the
Sunlit paths, through
The young trees and
The old, through the
Dark vine and the
Flowered stem--my
Eyes see the road of
My passing; yet my
Mind stumbles in
The forwards sea:
The present passes
Over me.

Love,
God;
fruit on
the vine
of innocence,
withered, in
the wake
of Spring.
My Life-
incessant
struggle
in the
great
task,
to bring
Spring
back
again.

What is it, oh you
Of the yearning mind,
Of the wide soul, and
The wounded heart
Laid bare, what is it
That pierces, that
Cracks the buried
Stone, that draws life
Up out of the earth,
And yet sustains it, crown
Tall in the anchored earth?
Listen now, O you man,
You woman, child,
Bearers of the flame
Of the world,
When the life of man
And the life of tree,
Both are seen embodied
Of the ecstasy of the
Now-In-Life, when
Death is counted friend
And received in honor,
And not sought, or hastened,
When the enemy of my
Heart is my enemy and yet
My friend, and love is
Seen in all, and recognized;
Then will we have peace,
The world within the world;
And from peace love,
And joy.

Through the light lanes,
Through the dark lanes,
Through the paths beneath
the sky, I wander,
And the sun a *****
Brilliance in shadow,
In the blue-green-brown speckled
Beauty of her Eye;
Revolving, revolving in ad infinitum,
Dancing in a
Faery dream..
Will she blink?

Love; thorn
in the brier
strand;
hypodermic
in its kisses'
sting-
the breath
of life in
the brittle
womb;
soft succor,
the shoots of
Spring: Peace
in the needles
bite.