Tag Archives: Beauty

THE KEEPER OF FLOCKS – XXVI

If I do interrogate when I am astonishedNo new fresh flowers are born in the meadowsNor does it change anything in the sun so that it becomes more beautiful…(Even if fresh flowers were born in the meadowAnd the sun changed … Continue reading

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DIONYSIAN SONGS

It is sharp and scorching, a brilliant ennui! I carry a universal happiness inside me. All from a love of life which tempts us, Evenings in Alicante, mornings in Aranjuez, Fevered Carthaginian skies always true, A path of rose trees … Continue reading

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THE KEEPER OF FLOCKS – V

There is plenty of metaphysics about not thinking of anything. What do I think of the World? I do not know what I think of the World! If I got sick I would think about it. What idea do I … Continue reading

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FRAGMENTS OF HER WORDS

The lost fragments of her words Find ways to speak beyond time Moving those who see and hear Towards their searching souls. In hearing and seeing without, Within becomes a turmoil in the Unknown pull towards something, Found only in … Continue reading

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AWAKE IN HER LOVE

You will wake one day and find that the weary ways are gone, replaced by the growing needs to at once embrace the unheard! In the silent wonder of her ways nothing lies beyond except us, who fail to acknowledge … Continue reading

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