2.11.2015

Contemplation Seven

O true Child,
O true liturgy of birth,
O true song and troubadour,
O onward and inward growth,
Contemplate!

O only burgeoning invisible,
Unfolding of a flower’s petal,
(respect, values, practices)
Destine!

O paradox of all forces of earth and heaven,
O irony of the sacred verse in rhyme,
Play!

O Rooted tree, deep within the ground,
O Ancient idea that breathes new life,
O Shores of endless seas within their bounds,
O Infant of the mother’s breast,
O Milk of rich nourishment,
Dream!

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