| Carrying My Ashes to the Mountain ( @ 2009-04-25 16:31:00 |
An idea, perhaps
This splendid vision of beauty denies
to me the right to either accept or to
deny, here in this place where everything
is perfected of its own accord, in accord
with the one secret thing, which thing I
hope to be.
This splendid vision of beauty denies, me,
the right to either hope or fear, illusory
projections sure to be let down or fulfilled
So, then, set down, burdens that need not be
or be carried, and fulfill life's central point.
This splendid vision of beauty denies
to me the right to either accept or to
deny, here in this place where everything
is perfected of its own accord, in accord
with the one secret thing, which thing I
hope to be.
This splendid vision of beauty denies, me,
the right to either hope or fear, illusory
projections sure to be let down or fulfilled
So, then, set down, burdens that need not be
or be carried, and fulfill life's central point.