11/22/99
Upon the flower's opening I wait More patient now than in the vital years When wrapped in the fullness of self and ego's rule Devoured joy and sorrow with the salt of tears. Slowly the Artist chisels at the crust Sculpting with tender touch or forceful blows The resistant stone restraining the wonder-bird Who flies from birth to birth and slowly grows More radiant and powerful, then free, To new-mould a conscious being robed in grace, Of love, devotion and humility formed The godlike forerunner of the future race.
Poems Undated (1727)
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