It's a rainy October
in sunny October,
in pleasant weather
Love is my father's life: his love I am.
My body his body is, hands to face.
My self his self contains in overplus.
Love is my father's life: I am the same.
Love is my mother's life: her love am I.
My body her body is, face to hands,
her selfsame child with duplicate eyes and ends
nervey with fine perception her and my.
Love is the one creator, love for me
(who's also you ((who's also gravity
color and music, space and time and light))).
Love is our life, and so live singingly
you sibling of the stars whose love is we.
Love is the whole and all (and all plus hate).
young spring's green leaves
in autumn die
old winter's tree
more than most wise are fools who dreamly wish
upon a star, who sing with sweetly birds,
who listen to nighttime's (with large ears) hush,
who wish creativewise with heartful words.
more than most wise are fools who wishful dream
something(anything) wonder filled and full,
more vividreal than seeing eyesight dim,
more magictrue than sunlight's touch and feel.
more than most wise are humanpeople who
remember how and Y to be a child,
always beginning something always new.
(remembered new eternal are unold)
& even if it's sunday may i be wrong
for whenever men are right they are not young
's a witch's cauldron
a melting *** boiling a
gross recipe of all that's
dead and undead,
holy and unholy,
sacred and profane.