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How Sweet I Roam’d From Field To Field   How sweet I roam’d from field to field And tasted all the summer’s pride, Till I the Prince of Love beheld Who in the sunny beams did glide!   He show’d me lilies for my hair, And blushing roses for my brow; He led me through his gardens fair, Where all his golden pleasures grow.   With sweet May dews my wings were wet, And Phoebus fir’d my vocal rage; He caught me in his silken net, And shut me in his golden cage.   He loves... Read More

One Day I Wrote Her Name Upon The Strand   One day I wrote her name upon the strand; But came the waves, and washed it away: Again, I wrote it with a second hand; But came the tide, and made my pains his prey. Vain man, said she, that dost in vain assay A mortal thing so to immortalize; For I myself shall like to this decay, And eke my name be wiped out likewise. Not so, quoth I; let baser things devise To die in dust, but you shall live by fame: My verse your virtues rare shall eternize, A... Read More

LANDSCAPE OF LIFE Like patterns in a landscape are the dreams I left behind- A tapestry of memories that never more will bind.   A freedom from that tight control that once imprisoned my life, now open minded abstractness releases me from strife.   The colors of the world imprinted deeply on my soul- so why feel black and dismal when blue peace can be the goal?   To hold a rainbow in your hand, to feel the colors glow deep down within your inner heart, and let the fe... Read More

The Trial of Prometheus

 
One day the heavenly hounds
corner the ego thief
out on the open plain,
one full state of consciousness
from the safety of his lair.

 Caught red-hearted,
wielding the divine flame
in some passionate purpose
he twists and turns
dodging the scythe,
but Saturn's cold gaze pins him
and summons the karma court
for a full accounting.

 Witnesses are called
not just from this life
but all the way... Read More

On Entering St Peters, Viewing The Pieta
Yes,
these eyes lift to take in
this magnificent temple
of light and stone,
a gilded glory
created in your name

Via angels in azure domes
the sun's fingers still caress
the cool tiled floor and
the mummified bodies
of popes under glass

And yet these feet, these feet
have walked me here to hear
the white marble scream
of another temple,
the shattered flesh and bone
of you,
flung full, used u... Read More

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