"Oh Great Golden"

          poem by Shanti Rose  


Oh, Great Golden  .  .  .

  (light of all origin,
 
          glow of all essence)


Grant us quiet tongues

Silent as lost whispers.


Still mind fuss,

 And release us

Soft as smoke from an incense ancient.


Wave float forever

       on a summer's day .  .  .

Beauty,

    we believe,

Tickled close by clouds.


What can we say of that which creates:

           Center, Soul

And fuses fast

            All Heart to all Mind


And releases

 (in an instant)

           dusty moths

                from

                 dark jars.


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