Peace
You can kick
a stone lion
as often as you like.
Though it will hurt
your foot,
you can never
persuade it
to bite you.
Everyman
his own prison makes
and keeps his peace
at bay.
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Ancient Mariner To Clerk
There is no excuse for wearing
a collar that nips the skin,
not much excuse for sharing
the carriage they squeeze you in,
and what excuse for fearing
the box they’ll put your body in?
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The Humble Were Great Once
The humble were great once.
Only a dunce
would wait
to be great
again;
would be again insane.
The genuflection
sees the boot
stamping and tramping
in the wrong direction.
Do not throw confetti.
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Poetry
Poetry begins with pain
(like any other kind of birth)
but though it breeds and feeds on earth,
it aims at not becoming back again
and reaches to the roots of things
in search of the eternal springs.
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Ethics
Ethics is the highest science,
concerned with survival,
not merely knowall.
A man without Ethics,
ever thinking
without seeing,
is already drowning;
ever sinking
ever lower
in his diminishing
sea of being.
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Nobody Will Hear You Dead
Nobody will hear you dead.
It may be
in time
someone will remember
something you said.
Someone will forget.
Death is not an end to a beginning.
It unseams existence.
Einstein is running,
just ahead of darkness.
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Transcendental Rose
The year’s first transcendental rose
stands where the self-sown apple grows.
No pride at being first is shown
nor discontent at standing there alone.
Among the rosemary and gorse
it is its own and only source.
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A Poisoned Chalice
Education
breeds expectation.
Expectation
leads to frustration.
Frustration
is a suicide bomber.
Flowers of the Void
are not so easily destroyed
Insubstantial from the start,
they shine on in each empty heart.
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Shell
The great doors swing
on noiseless hinges
oiled by the tears
of a thousand years,
keeping the outside out.
The doors are the doors
of the heart's desires,
trying to possess the eternal fires,
trying to keep the sun in.
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Femina Dolorosa
She passes like a shadow
across a silent floor,
lit by a sun that follows
and a star that goes before.
And though I know she walks in beauty
that is not subject to decay
yet she shelters behind duty
from the glory of the way.
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