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Strange, to think that each of usis filled to overflowingwith a treasure house of jewels;sparkling when they’re known;beyond price, beyond..

The quality of mercy,Portia declared,the quality of mercy issuspended during the present conflictthe quality of mercy isnot the business of a..

Yes yes.. I’ve not forgotten that:the presence of the great –when destiny has brought youto their presence; destinybrought them, here, now, to..

You might not spot them in a crowd –but for that certain stillness of the self-contained:in conversation, not until some detailof an action, person..

On the shelf above the crackling fire,the day’s work over, shadows swaying and flickeringacross the room, in the firelight’s glow;here is love..

Favourite pencilwarmfrom waiting

Not named as joy;not named as happiness..at the end of a thoughtthe eyes lifted; then,only the senses;only the senses’ action seen;only the endless..

Where and how to find immortal soul;or self; eternal witness; eye of God;or place, or space, within the eager heartwhere All, or One, may hide – or..

Oh the dark, dark otherness of others!that brings on, such sadness, such despair…deep, vast chasm in the heart…Ah the shining otherness of..

and what at some other timeI’d call a luxury – or others would –it’s not, it’s – oh – rightness -used rightly...like now, aslant in the reclining..

‘Rosemary – that’s for remembrance..'Can you smell it now?that tough yet choosy herb,giving of itself;remembrance, perhaps, for Northern Europeans,of..

‘The moral rights of the authorhave been asserted’… that, I’m told,is what I should say when I writeanything for publication here; even beforeI say..

It’s said – and so it seems to be –that when the individual mindemerges from that place where mindrests, perfect, and in unity with all things to be..

How many centuries of centuries and trustdid it take the lotusto take that crazy jumpfrom the known earth to unknown laws of water –to learn how to..

The Listening OneDoes he, did he, know, what he contributedto the truth of what was spoken?Towards the back seats of the lecture room,this tidy..

and perhaps I came to poetry too lateto dive, a slimmish youth,innocent as youth was or isinto the rich waters of the lake of metaphorfed distantly..

The inner magnet singslike flower to bee; like bee to flower -Some traditions say, thatwe all have an inner sound; whichwe can train; or can leave it..

They laughed and smiledwhen they conceived you -and maybe God did too;you laughed and smiledwhen you were born -what happened?

Poems have a hinterland.They come from a mindthat’s left behind, a family,a tribe, a nation,in the dense equatorial forests of the human heart;yet in..

Somehow, the words of Hesychiushave reached us after more than a thousand yearsand from a desert place, Mount Sinai;where he was famed for ‘breathing..

Consider for a while,deeper mind as agriculture:garnered seeds at rightful time –deeds as seeds –surrendered to the wisdom of the earthwhich contains..

Out of the old tin framethe 1944, I guess, photo, shinesa carefree smile from the 15-year-oldcaught on a hillside in the summer airin pure..

It was his distance, that at first brought awe:so great, so perfect, so ideal.. so far…so distance humbles, brings humility;the beauty of his feet..

Even before she held you tight to herand murmured softly, isn’t that just good? —before you learned to hear, and speak, and spelland comprehend the..

Every child has known God:not a God of names, or shapes;not a God of do’s and don’ts;not a God of alarming things;but God who’s with you all the..