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8
May
There is nothing to look at any more,
everything has been seen to death.
8
May
Oh we’ve got to trust
one another again
in some essentials.
Not the narrow little
bargaining trust
that says : I’m for you
if you’ll be for me.
But a bigger trust,
a trust of the sun
that does not bother
about moth and rust,
and we see it shining
in one another.
Oh don’t you trust me,
don’t you burden me
with your life and affairs; don’t thrust
me
into your […]
8
May
When I went to the scientific doctor
I realised what a lust there was in him to wreak
his so-called science on me
and reduce me to the level of a thing.
So I said : Good -morning ! and left him.
8
May
Only man can fall from God
Only man.
No animal, no beast nor creeping thing
no cobra nor hyaena nor scorpion nor hideous white ant
can slip entirely through the fingers of the hands of god
into the abyss of self-knowledge.
knowledge of the self-apart-from-god.
For the knowledge of the self-apart-from-God
is an abyss down which the soul can slip
writhing and twisting in […]
1
May
What makes people unsatisfied
is that they accept lies.
If people had courage, and refused lies
and found out what they really felt and really meant
and acted on it,
They would distil the essential oil out of every
experience
and like hazel-woods of Autumn, at last
be sweet and sound.
And the young among the old
would be as in the hazel-woods of […]
1
May
A man should never earn his living,
if he earns his life he’ll be lovely.
A bird
picks up its seeds or little snails
between heedless earth and heaven
in heedlessness.
But, the plucky little sport, it gives to life
song, and chirruping, gay feathers, fluff-shadowed
warmth
and all the unspeakable charm of birds hopping
and fluttering and being birds.
- And we, we get it […]
1
May
My soul has had a long, hard day
she is tired,
she is seeking her oblivion.
O, and in the world
there is no place for the soul to find her oblivion
the utter darkness of her peace,
for man has killed the silence of the earth
and ravished all the peaceful oblivious places
where the angels used to alight.
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