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 OBLIVION'S DELIGHT Everything passes
IT IS WHAT WE CREATE... Beloved Child, Namaste! Thanks for being the inflection of the reflection, for being all that we are as one, not two. Nothing is permanent in the whole of nature save its essence. Life's sojourn will continue unimpeded by any and all transitions within this finite reality as universal unfoldment persist in the growth, development and expansion of life. Deliberately breathing in and out helps to relieve us of taking on shadow beliefs which do not have any place in the light of truth! Bless them all and send them on their merry way - into complete oblivion! No attachments please, it slows things down. We do what we can do to manifest in truth, honesty, character and integrity of the spiritual being, therefore, cannot be responsible for that which we are not responsible in this illusion of reality. Blessings upon all beings doing what they have been charged to do in fulfilling their purpose according to divine order. We are passing through as I Am... Sonnet Meditation 2: When forty winters shall besiege thy brow And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field, Thy youth's proud livery, so gazed on now, Will be a tattered weed, of small worth held. Then being asked where all thy beauty lies, Where all the treasure of thy lusty days, To say within thine own deep-sunken eyes Were an all-eating shame and thriftless praise, How much more praise deserved thy beauty's use If thou couldst answer, "This fair child of mine Shall sum my count and make my old excuse, Proving his beauty by succession thine! This were to be new-made when thou art old, And see thy blood warm when thou feel'st it cold. ENTER EXIT POINTS Dear Child, Greetings! We are completely arrived to this moment within, writing this transmission as we think of what I want to transmit. All is well in the Kingdom where the natives appear to be as restless as the life blood flows through the multiple veins of all creation. We are sure the unfoldment of self manifesting...'I AM THAT I AM'... is occurring rapidly. AM I? YES! We are about the business of changing the ways in which 'I AM' functioning out of universal perspectives, perceptions, collective consciousness as we transcend the have and to hold placement until death. What inflated hot air balloons we are to be released into the environment's atmosphere from whence comes our life energy into this illusion of reality. We are one unity, one verse, one sound...it's all fleeting. AUM! Sonnet Meditation 3: Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewest Now is the time that face should form another, Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest, Thou dost beguile the world, unbless some mother. For where is she so fair whose unearned womb Disdains the tillage of thy husbandry? Or who is he so fond will be the tomb Of his self-love, to stop posterity? Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee Calls back the lovely April of her prime. So thou through windows of thine age shalt see, Despite of wrinkles, this thy golden time. But if thou live, remembered not to be, Die single, and thine image dies with thee. LIKE A RIPPLE ON A STREAM It is vast space, freed of all attachments, it is now and now is it to BE! No judgments, condemnations, excuses, etc.; all is obliterated, like pictures in a scrapbook become memories capsulized in reality. We are spirits passing in the divine grace of this universe. If we do not experience everything now, then when? There aren't any dual aspects to prevent the ultimate command of the single action unfolding, LIFE! No beliefs, No attachments, No associations, No anything is required to BE, ALL THAT IS! WE are ONE, not TWO! There are no apologizes for being a miracle. We are mature spirits in multidimensional forms, shapes, and sizes. We integrate the intercourse of life producing fields of pocketed energy to strengthen the universal manifestations as the Beloved Child of The Golden Light. The problems of mankind are self induced, habituated, and held onto in order to live a life of conflict relative to life itself. We are here to discover why? Although 'I AM' greater than all the qualities bestowed upon us by divine inheritance, mankind has perpetuated the hide and seek approach of searching for the truth about the self. We are infinite grains of sand blowing as storms of dust in the winds of time and space. There isn't anything done separately by anybody on any level that I have not done! Nor anything is there without creative expression, exploration and discovery. LIFE is a living source which cannot be contained, limited and/or restricted by controls of any kind as has been proven generation after generation. We are not wrong and/or right in anything we do! We are truth without interpretation. We must be generous and share all that we are with ourselves during these evolutionary expressionism of life energy. Sonnet Meditation 4: Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend Upon thyself thy beauty's legacy? Nature's bequest give nothing, but doth lend, And being frank, she lends to those are free. Then, beauteous niggard, why dost thou abuse The bounteous largess given thee to give? Profitless usurer, why dost thou use So great a sum of sums, yet canst not live? For having traffic with thyself alone, Thou of thyself thy sweet self dost deceive. Then how, when nature calls thee to be gone, What ácceptable audit canst thou leave? Thy unused beauty must be tombed with thee, Which, used, lives the' executor to be. POWER, GLORY, FOREVER... We are on an infinitesimal sojourn of passing experiences and then viola, the power and glory forever...gone! The only thing to take seriously is no thing is to be taken seriously! The fleeting nature of all things in creation and all that is its contents magically appears and disappears. On this most amazing day, we are all that IS! When we say we wouldn't do some thing, it is because we do every thing as one unfolding field of energy in multiple-activities as human beings upon this planet. Our essence produces the causes and effects of life's expansion into the unknown reality since the beginning of the beginning at the beginning of time... LIFE IS ETHEREAL, MOMENTARY AND TRANSIENT... Sonnet Meditation 5: Those hours that with gentle work did frame The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell Will play the tyrants to the very same And that unfair which fairly doth excel. For never-resting time leads summer on To hideous winter and confounds him there, Sap checked with frost and lusty leaves quite gone, Beauty o'ersnowed and bareness everywhere. Then, were not summer's distillation left, A liquid prisoner pent in walls of glass, Beauty's effect with beauty were bereft, Nor it, nor no remembrance what it was. But flowers distilled, though they with winter meet, Leese but their show. Their substance still lives sweet. AT LAST THE BEGINNING Remembering that words are expressions and/or an attempt to express the inexpressible qualities of life, enables all things to be as they are...the proof of perception at work! The universal companionship of light, love and freedom are in constant transmission with itself. The beauty derived from life within it's concepts of mind is without attachment. There is lots of joy during these fleeting moments. Sonnet Meditation 6: Then let not winter's ragged hand deface In thee thy summer, ere thou be distilled. Make sweet some vial, treasure thou some place With beauty's treasure, ere it be self-killed. That use is not forbidden usury, Which happies those that pay the willing loan. That's for thyself to breed another thee, Or ten times happier, be it ten for one. Then times thyself were happier than thou art If ten of thine ten times refigured thee. Then what could death do if thou shouldst depart Leaving thee living in posterity? Be not self-willed, for thou art much too fair To be death's conquest and make worms thine heir. DITTO! DIVINE BEING OF THE MIRACULOUS, Yes, to fwap, to clear the space is essential. Non-attachment provides no interpretations to have and hold til death does one part the magnetism of this mirage. It is just an illusion of light particles swirling throughout infinity. Well how does this relate to anything? It's the mystery isn't it! Breathing in and Breathing out, LIFE ENERGY! Sonnet Meditation 7: Lo, in the orient when the gracious light Lifts up his burning head, each undereye Doth homage to his new-appearing sight, Serving with looks his sacred majesty. And having climbed the steep-up heavenly hill, Resembling strong youth in his middles age, Yet mortal looks adore his beauty still, Attending on his golden pilgrimage. But when from highmost pitch, with weary car, Like feeble age, he reeleth from the day, The eyes, 'fore duteous, now converted are From his low tract, and look another way. So thou, thyself outgoing in thy noon, Unlooked on diest unless thou get a son. SPRINKLING FLAKES SNOW All things being temporary, when the task is complete the transitions as always will persist. The illusion's pretenses for control and permanency are intense, however do what one does and be done with it...What fun! GOD IS CONTROL...SO LET IT BE. We are the wonderful free spirits traversing the universe in power and glory for all the days of this life. LET GO, LET GOD, IT IS ALL GOOD. I have arrived upon this scene as a new born baby child to participate in the simplicity of breathing in and breathing out, trusting all things are Divine. We are having the experience of mastery in the creative processes of our finite beings. Remember that non-attachment to anything we do, be or have is essential, for all things must dissolve into oblivion, the void of black space from whence it has ignited it's presence. When brothers and sisters of this universe perform the task before them without interpretations, it is an opportunity presented to further discover the infinite capacity of life's unfoldment as the sublime beauty of Creation. We must love one another and DIE to the illusions of deluded manifestations as spiritual beings. When we attach to concepts of permanency with all of it's superficial qualities, we produce continuous lies and deceptions about the freedoms of being Human. The inner truth sets us FREE. This is a challenge to release everything perfect in this imperfect world through processes of growth and development. Even this which is stated is perfectly fleeting! We must observe without judgments the reflections in the mirror's inflection on every level of existence. YES! The Penetrating Light of Freedom can't miss that which 'I AM', we are ALL THAT IS! Sonnet Meditation 8: Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly? Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy. Why lovest thou that which thou receivest not gladly, Or else receivest with pleasure thine annoy? If the true concord of well-tunéd sounds, By unions married, do offend thine ear, They do but sweetly chide thee, who confounds In singleness the parts that thou shouldst bear. Mark how one string, sweet husband to another, Strikes each in each by mutual ordering, Resembling sire and child and happy mother, Who, all in one, one pleasing note do sing. Whose speechless song, being many, seeming one, Sings this to thee: "Thou single wilt prove none." DO NOT FRET...IT'S GLORIOUS! Beloved Child of the Golden Light, Eternal Companion Upon this Sojourn, Blessings! It is a continuation of life that brings us to this point of intersecting manifestations. I am here and here I am, exploring the further nuances of being human in the most divine, serene and dynamic expressions. When we just play and have fun in otherwise a very serious appearance of the world delusions, life is freedom to soar as high or low as one moment entails through experiences dissolution. The work is greater than the activity undertaken to produce work on this finite plane of reality. The time is now releasing the bonds, shackles and chains. Through the letting go of everything regardless of opinions and/or interpretations, we are the inspiration! Did anyone think I came to this party for intellectual stimulation? I am in the embrace of unconditional love therefore I cannot imagine anything possible to confine, constrict and restrain the flooding lights of divine dominion. We are superb! Let shadows dissipate from whence they emerged assuming a reality in this illusion's temporal, momentary and transient flight! As we see, it isn't about ME and/or a YOU! Voila! Sonnet Meditation 9: Is it for fear to wet a widow's eye That thou consumest thyself in single life? Ah, if thou issueless shalt hap to die, The world will wail thee, like a makeless wife. The world will be thy widow, and still weep That thou no form of thee hast left behind, When every private widow well may keep By children's eyes her husband's shape in mind. Look what an unthrift in the world doth spend Shifts but his place, for still the world enjoys it, But beauty's waste hath in the world an end, And kept unused, the user so destroys it. No love toward others in that bosom sits That on himself such murderous shame commits. THE ETERNAL CROWN CHAKRA Here we are and we are here! THE STRENGTH, VIGOR, UNIVERSAL ENERGY OF BEING IS OMNI AND ENCOMPASSES EVERYTHING THAT IS! I FEEL THE RELEASE CONSTANTLY, INFINITELY, ETHEREALLY... NO ATTACHMENTS PLEASE, I'M PASSING THROUGH CREATION CREATING, AFTER ALL I AM ALL THAT IS. Now, I am continuing to open channels for further release, letting go, letting it be whatever it is being! This is a blessing supreme for one cannot go back. It is what it is and it is glorious. It is wonderful to sit upon the lotus pad of this cosmic universe, to bring about peace and harmony in the expressions transcending all delusionment of causes and effects of the finite existence. When one is all that is, one is gifted just to BE! Hold on to nothing because one has everything holding onto ONE! What a beautiful life source, we are in the realm of the Heavenly Kingdom Utopia...LIFE IS GOOD AND GOOD IS LIFE! Sonnet Meditation 10: For shame! Deny that thou bear'st love to any, Who for thyself art so unprovident. Grant, if thou wilt, thou art beloved of many, But that thou none lovest is most evident. For thou art so possessed with murderous hate That 'gainst thyself thou stick'st not to conspire, Seeking that beauteous roof to ruinate Which to repair should be thy chief desire. Oh, change thy thought, that I may change my mind! Shall hate be fairer lodged than gentle love? Be, as thy presence is, gracious and kind, Or to thyself at least kindhearted prove. Make thee another self, for love of me, That beauty still may live in thine or thee. FOOD TO DIGEST! Brother Sun, Sister Moon, Namaste...The principle is transcendent of interpretation...we are one, not two! Sensing the eternal life breath flowing...through the lungs pulsating in and out, one is never born, therefore never dying in truth of Being. Let us originate, authenticate and create from the known actions of this day out of the unknown with assuredness and certainty that this too shall pass as all things must do so...we the remnants of particle dust amassed in shapes and forms of our greater elements of self are the mirror images of ALL THAT IS! The all knowing life source is being eternal...in this finite construct to love, share, embrace, and illuminate compassion for all of life. This sojourn is extraordinary. The chill penetrates the warmth of air surrounding and flowing through the soul. This holographic, virtual reality is a divine blessing and opportunity to know thyself. Not knowing but discovering oneself is an essential step. What is happening isn't a state of denial, otherwise how did we get here! The evolutionary expressionism of life energy are evident in creating the perspectives and perceptions of freedom's detachment accordingly. We are to be or not to be. The constant challenges taking place prevents any ideas of permanency. I am not the entity I was and yet I am always the spirit I am. What a joy! Remember, it isn't what happens to us, but what we do with what happens to us. This is the beginning of the ending, a beginning moment continuously cycling, spiraling into the unknown. Our mastery, understanding and insights are crucial in order to BE in total and absolute creativity... Sonnet Meditation 11: As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou grow'st In one of thine, from that which thou departest, And that fresh blood which youngly thou bestow'st Thou mayst call thine when thou from youth convertest. Herein lives wisdom, beauty, and increase; Without this, folly, age, and cold decay. If all were minded so, the times should cease And threescore year would make the world away. Let those whom Nature hath not made for store, Harsh, featureless, and rude, barrenly perish. Look whom she best endowed she gave the more, Which bounteous gift thou shouldst in bounty cherish. She carved thee for her seal, and meant thereby Thou shouldst print more, not let that copy die. THE MIRAGES OF SELF IMAGERY The sensations of pure energy transforming matter and spirit projected into form as outcomes of manifesting realities are ethereal by nature. We pop in an out of existence miraculously with every breath we inhale and exhale upon this earth. The mirage of self images abound in the configmentation of imagination when exploring the infinite possibilities. We, the Beloved Children of a Father/Mother Spirit are reaching out, stretching forth to let go of holding onto future retrospective past, present and future illusions that assail into oblivion. The black holes within space substantiates the affirmative actions/reactions which transcend all capsuled forms of energy. ALL THAT WE SEE IS A DREAMT PLAYGROUND KINGDOM. We exist as light particles swirling in whirlpool's infinity...that is good! HOW DO WE FEEL? WE FEEL GREATER THAN GREATER CAN BE FELT ABOUT LIFE AND LIFE MORE ABUNDANTLY. The final results about our evolution cannot be tabulated yet. The never-ending story is at it's all time high (HI-STORY). It is continuing to surpass this point here and now. Every moment renders a new moment of unlimited possibilities...I give all I can give now and continue to learn about it's effects upon the self 'I AM', the identity by which things are unfolding constantly. We are the mission we are the journey. The creator of life energy taking infinite formations of creative expressions for granted can be a backlash or boomerang effect on our consciousness. All labels and products are to be nullified automatically when they become limited or restricted, when they become the masquerade of delusionment's control causing spiritual entanglements. We are not to be deceived by the delusions surrounding us, we can annihilate their false reality with truth, honesty, character and integrity of the utmost highest. I am not in control, I'm creating...There isn't anything right and/or wrong when everything is perfect in the discovery of being alive and well on the highest levels of BEING, here and now! We cannot presume that right here, right now is a prelude to something else, it is what it is! Now is the great unfoldment of the power within; our bodies do not stop functioning, in fact they are food for the gods of nature. Our nature of divine ordination is one single thing happening not two things happening in essence...WE ARE THE MIRACLE! Working in every nuance of nowness is progress, that's the motto, the creed, the sublime facsimile. We are works displayed throughout the processes of doing, being and having ...All That IS...NOW! Sonnet Meditation 12: When I do count the clock that tells the time And see the brave day sunk in hideous night, When I behold the violet past prime And sable curls all silvered o'er with white; When lofty trees I see barren of leaves Which erst from heat did canopy the herd, And summer's green all girded up in sheaves, Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard Then of thy beauty do I question make, That thou among the wastes of time must go, Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake And die as fast as they see others grow. And nothing 'gainst Time's scythe can make defense Save breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence. GATHERING STRENGTH Precious Excelsior of the Spiritual Domain, POWER WITHIN! Listening to the creation's musical rhythms and witnessing its choreography as the swirling dervish spiraling sparks of light waves energy, I embrace ALL THAT IS within forever... We are working to simplify the consciousness, not to complicate it any further. What we are doing is opening to new horizons of undiscovered territory amidst this sojourn. The deeper the depth the higher the manifested freedoms of being emerge to set us in alignment with the cosmic pulse of mind, body and soul. We are the demonstrations of all that is! The source of strength and supply abounds in the harvest fields gathering the sun rays of blessed radiance. Oh Boy, My Brother, My Sister,WOW! Sonnet Meditation 13: Oh, that you were yourself! But, love, you are No longer yours than you yourself here live. Against this coming end you should prepare, And our sweet semblance to some other give. So should that beauty which you hold in lease Find no determination. Then you were Yourself again after yourself's decease, When your sweet issue your sweet form should bear. Who lets so fair a house fall to decay, Which husbandry in honor might uphold Against the storm gusts of winter's day And barren rage of death's eternal cold? Oh, none but unthrifts. Dear my love, you know You had a father. Let your son say so. IT IS NOT ABOUT ME! JUST LET IT BE! I know we are many artist-poets of one life source who transmits so elegantly the reflective inflections of universal language in mind, body and soul concepts upon this sojourn. We are sent to open the doors and windows to let the light in... We must not become entrapped by denying the truth in order to play safely within the illusions grasp rather we can transcend all attachments as so many of our Brothers and Sisters of great endowments have demonstrated here and now. We are the travelers...vagabonds, gyspies and kings... What we are doing is miraculous... BLESSED BE ALL THAT IS! Sonnet Meditation 14: Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck, And yet methinks I have astronomy, But not to tell of good or evil luck, Of plagues, of deaths, or seasons' quality. Nor can I fortune to brief minutes tell, Pointing to each his thunder, rain, and wind, Or say with princes if it shall go well By oft predict that I in heaven find. But from thine eyes my knowledge I derive, And, constant stars, in them I read such art As truth and beauty shall together thrive, If from thyself to store thou wouldst convert. Or else of thee this I prognosticate: The end is truth's and beauty's doom and date. THE GENIE'S OUT THE BOTTLE THE SPIRITUAL SPARROW OF THE UNIVERSE, AM I NOT I AM, IT IS ALL THAT IS BEAUTIFUL AND SUBLIME ACCORDINGLY. I trust that I have told you how much I truly love you unconditionally and praise to the utmost highest that we are endowed with the gifts of loving-kindness, compassion and freedom. The movement has concluded and I'm about the moment of this transmission, while Gladiators' thoughts surge in the background awaiting an entry to create war where there is harmony. YES! I'm in peace and will not be moved to chaos. YES! It is an inspiration just to be still... WORDS, THE WAY IS BEYOND ALL WORDS... IT'S THE ESSENCE THAT IS APPLICABLE... BY THE GRACE OF ALL THAT IS... Sonnet Meditation 15: When I consider everything that grows Holds in perfection but a little moment, That this huge stage presenteth naught but shows Whereon the stars in secret influence comment; When I perceive that men as plants increase, Cheerèd and checked even by the selfsame sky, Vaunt in their youthful sap, at height decrease, And wear their brave state out of memory Then the conceit of this inconstant stay Sets you most rich in youth before my sight, Where wasteful Time debateth with Decay, To change your day of youth to sullied night. And all in war with Time for love of you, As he takes from you, I engraft you new. THE GOLDEN LIGHT SHINES BRIGHT I've apparently gotten out of the bed of silence and transmitting this correspondence to you currently inspires a smooth ease and grace to say, NAMASTE! THE GOD WITHIN, SALUTES THE GOD WITHIN. I've eaten the daily words for sustenance as well as some of the delicious eggplant, a couple of chocolate cookies and drank some orange juice for physical rejuvenation. All was tasty. My body is kindly recapitulating accordingly. Still a bit of aching in life's unfoldment but no pain to be gained, I'm able to sit up strongly in the meditations of this moment. WHAT DOES IT FEEL LIKE? IT FEELS LIKE IT FEELS, WHATEVER THAT FEELING IS I CAN'T IDENTIFY IT EXCEPT TO EXPRESS THAT IT FEELS LIKE IT FEELS...HEAVEN, BLISS - SATCHIANAND! I AM RELAXING, RELEASING AND LETTING GO OF EVERYTHING IN ORDER TO FLOW NATURALLY. IT IS A GOOD DAY TO PLAY! SO LETS GO FOR IT...CHUCKING EVERYTHING TO THE WIND AND FLYING HIGH, ABOVE AND BEYOND! We are moving right along within this glorious unfolding. It's miraculous occurrences meditating, renewing and realizing that there isn't any controlling which may impede what is natural, what is infinite, what is yes! This is such a delight, 'The Child of the Golden Light' - THINKING LIFE! LIFE! LIFE! Sonnet Meditation 16: But wherefore do not you a mightier way Make war upon this bloody tyrant, Time? And fortify yourself in your decay With means more blessèd than my barren rhyme? And many maiden gardens, yet unst, With virtuous wish would bear your living flowers Much liker than your painted counterfeit. So should the lines of life that life repair Which this, Time's pencil, or my pupil pen, Neither in inward worth nor outward fair, Can make you live yourself in eyes of men. To give away yourself keeps yourself still, And you must live, drawn by your own sweet skill. HEART TO HEART! BELOVED BEAT OF THE HEART, NAMASTE! The greatest of all creation abounds in vigor, jubilation and surprise for words are magical dust flying in the dunes of sandy times... IT IS ALL IN THE NOW, THE MOMENT, THE UNKNOWN...LET IT FLOW, LET IT GO, LET IT BE! LIFE TAKES YOU WHERE LIFE TAKES YOU AND YOU ARE LIFE IN MOTION...THIS I AM, AM I THE ONLY THING HAPPENING? YES! We are a work in progress... Sonnet Meditation 17: Who will believe my verse in time to come If it were filled with your most high deserts? Though yet, Heaven knows, it is but as a tomb Which hides your life and shows not half your parts. If I could write the beauty of your eyes And in fresh numbers number all your graces, The age to come would say, "This poet lies, Such heavenly touches ne'er touched earthly faces." So should my papers, yellowed with their age, Be scorned, like old men of less truth than tongue, And your true rights be termed a poet's rage And stretchèd meter of an antique song. But were some child of yours alive that time, You should live twice, in it and in my rhyme. HELLO THIS MORNING I AM NEWLY ARRIVED TO THIS MINDSET, UNDERTAKING THE TASK TO COMMUNICATE WITHIN THE FAR REACHES OF THIS PSYCHIC DOMAIN... Since we have broken the sound barriers with our vocal cords transmitting connecting links of text to the visionary thought objects, let us trust that we are alive, aware and awake, otherwise we are screwed in the worst way. A mechanical robot (a human) called, Another mechanical device (non-human) rang the phone....I hung up! NO, NO, NO! I DO NOT ACCEPT THIS STUFF AS A PART OF LIFE'S NATURAL UNFOLDING, THESE ARE INFRINGEMENTS. I DO NOT DO THESE THINGS TO OTHERS AND I WILL NOT AGREE TO HAVE THEM DONE UNTO ME! If we are going to play this me/you game, let it be open and free. Let it be full of fun. Let the games begin...RULES, THERE ARE NO RULES...I AM AN ANIMAL, I AM NOT A HUMAN BEING! I AM NOT BORN FREE....I AM FIGHTING TO BE FREED; GET IT, BORN FREE...OR WHATEVER PART OF THIS MESSAGE WE HUMAN'S DON'T UNDERSTAND. HELP, I NEED SOMEBODY, HELP, NOT JUST ANYBODY, HELP, I NEED SOMEBODY, HELP...WHEN I WAS YOUNG I WAS JUST A LITTLE BOY...(SMILING ALL THE WAY)... Sonnet Meditation 18: Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate. Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date. Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimmed. And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance or nature's changing course untrimmed. But thy eternal summer shall not fade, Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest, Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st. So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life thee. NOTHING, JUST NO THING! RAINBOW LIGHTS OF THE AURA-ORB FROM THE GOLDEN CHILD WITHIN, NAMASTE! THE JUGGERNAUT! IT IS IMPERATIVE THAT ONE IS FREE! NO ATTACHMENTS PLEASE, I CAN'T SLOW DOWN THIS PURPLE HEART OF PASSION... Voila! There we have it once again...It is what it is! 365 moments is a thought, yes, it is a blessing supreme as we proceed a pace...our responsibility is a priority of peace, love, compassion and freedom, for without these qualities of character at the forefront of everything we do, be and have, life would become a superficial struggle to survive. LIFE IS NOT A STRUGGLE TO SURVIVE BECAUSE LIFE DOESN'T STRUGGLE AT ALL, IT IS ENERGY EXPANDING...What delusions of the mind's usage in the evolutionary expressions of 'Life Energy' by any species it is that deliberately practices ineptitude as a means for survival. We are not in control but blessed to be sparks of light comprising the Milky Way. I've arisen from slumber into the wakeful state of a continued day of conscious celebration and jubilation. It is wonderful! The transmissions are quite inspirational. I am completely alert mentally to write extensive communications accordingly. Sonnet Meditation 19: Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's paws, And make the earth devour her own sweet brood. Pluck the keen teeth from the fierce tiger's jaws, And burn the long-lived phoenix in her blood. Make glad and sorry seasons as thou fleet'st, And do whate'er thou wilt, swift-footed Time, To the wide world and all her fading sweets, But I forbid thee one most heinous crime. Oh, carve not with thy hours my love's fair brow, Nor draw no lines there with thine antique pen. Him in thy course untainted do allow For beauty's pattern to succeeding men. Yet do thy worst, old Time. Despite thy wrong, My love shall in my verse ever live young. ALL THAT GLITTERS IS NOT GOLD And all that is gold does not glitter! Every bit of corruption is societies responsibility. The masquerade ball is over. The world of mankind doesn't interfere with the divine life ablaze within! It has nothing to do but to surrender to love and light. It is considered personal power to dominate from societies perspective, therefore it is not personal from an individual perspective when power is the wholeness of Being. We desire to cancel each other out without attempting to understand that controls, demands and/or commands via presumed authorities sends mankind to destruction. It is one for all and all for one mentality that gets misconstrued. WE ARE ONE! WHEN WE LISTEN FOR THE ECHO VIBRATING THROUGHOUT THE UNIVERSE WE CAN HEAR THE SILENCE OF PEACE, SERENITY AND ASSURANCE THAT ALL IS WELL! THERE ISN'T ANY THOUGHT BEYOND THIS AFFIRMATION BECAUSE GOD IS WHAT GOD IS, WHICH IS IN TOTALITY. 'I AM' CONSTANTLY COMING INTO FOCUS AND MANIFESTING ALL THAT IS DIVINE REGARDLESS OF APPEARANCES, INTERPRETATIONS AND IMAGINATIONS PROJECTED. THE MOMENT IS FILLED WITH THE UNPREDICTABLE! YES, YES, YES, WE MUST BE VIGILANT, FREE AND FORGIVING 100%! Sonnet Meditation 20: A woman's face with Nature's own hand painted Hast thou, the master-mistress of my passion, A woman's gentle heart, but not acquainted With shifting change, as is false women's fashion, An eye more bright than theirs, less false in rolling, Gilding the object whereupon it gazeth, A man in hue, all hues in his controlling, Which steals men's eyes and women's souls amazeth. And for a woman wert thou first created, Till Nature, as she wrought thee, fell a-doting, And by addition me of thee defeated By adding one thing to my purpose nothing But since she pricked thee out for women's pleasure, Mine be thy love, and thy love's use their treasure. THE FOCUS! It is a wonder to be alive. The earth planet evolving around the sun is not necessarily revolving as so often stated and accepted. What I feel in the vastness of being is greater expansion. That identifications associated with explanations can be and frequently are confusing. (Intentions are all GOOD) I don't know - Nothing about Nothing, but what I do know is Everything is Everything about Nothing. Is this a riddle? Perhaps or Perhaps not! I am healthy, well, strong and physically/mentally fit to proceed a pace accordingly to Divine order. The tasks are being completed as required by this cosmic energy to manifest the utmost highest form of artistry. The motivation is to produce truth with love, light, life and freedom in every expression concretized as a work of art in this gallery of human souls. This is the time and the time is now... I am constantly and consistently changing into new attitudes (flexibility without attachments)...its what keeps the days miraculous, exciting, simple and detached from permanency...regardless of thoughts contradictions, written, read, heard, etc. I am love, light and freedom, I'm creation creating. Sonnet Meditation 21: So is it not with me as with that Muse Stirred by a painted beauty to his verse, Who heaven itself for ornament doth use And every fair with his fair doth rehearse, Making a couplement of proud compare With sun and moon, with earth and sea's rich germs, With April's first-born flowers, and all things rare That heaven's air in this huge rondure hems. Oh, let me, true in love, but truly write, And then believe me, my love is as fair As any mother's child, though not so bright As those gold candles fixed in heaven's air. Let them say more that like of hearsay well. I will not praise that purpose not to sell. SIMPLICITY IS FREEDOM I am continuing creative expression, absorbing and utilizing the wisdom radiating from within the cosmic vastness of BEING. When I surveil the scene, horizons abound in vision to be embraced and transformed into forms of energy that remove all limitations and restrictions upon this earth. We are here to untangle and unconfuse ourselves step by step within this kingdom. The world is a thought machine of perpetual concretizations, imagined by us spiritual forces. We are the inspiring source of energy that is required to be in motion. It is not in control, separate and/or independent from our commandments. Our mission is to master this life in the world not to become anything of it. Why do we meet and travel the terrain's of creation? This is very clear and simple for this very reason and purpose to be free! FREEDOM HASN'T ANY ATTACHMENTS OF ANY KIND, IT IS WHAT IT IS, FREE! We kindred spirits are doing what is necessary to carry forth the radiance of our inner being throughout the domains of this illusion of reality. There aren't any questions, doubts or concerns about this mission whatsoever. We are to do what we are here to do and be done with it. The patterns already established are to be transformed, obliterated and the new, original, authentic manifestations must emerge. We cannot imitate, copy, or join anything considered permanent to do this within this dimension. Life is not personal, Life is impersonal with personifications of creative expressions in mass....we just get carried away by our capacity to produce mess and confusion. We seek a periodic miracle, an occurrence to continue this delusionment of duality as a sign of release. We will not perish, we are changing...so let it be written, so shall it be done! The Angel of the Golden Crescent Light, The orb, The life, The love, The Child! Sonnet Meditation 22: My glass shall not persuade me I am old So long as youth and thou are of one date, But when in thee time's furrows I behold, Then look I death my days should expiate. For all that beauty that doth cover thee Is but the seemly raiment of my heart, Which in thy breast doth live, as thine in me. How can I then be elder than thou art? Oh, therefore, love, be of thyself so wary As I, not for myself, but for thee will, Bearing thy heart, which I will keep so chary As tender nurse her babe form faring ill. Presume not on thy heart when mine is slain. Thou gavest me thine, not to give back again. RISING OUT OF THE ABYSS NAMASTE! The contemplation of anything remotely coherent to the inner thoughts of freedom and beauty renders sublimity of a juggernaut. All things come from us as we deem it necessary for the experiences encountered during this temporal process of human existence. Therefore all things shall return from whence they come as the affirmative actions of creative unfoldment persist in manifestation through the mind, body and soul concepts. We are one, not two, affirmed many times is an actual phenomenon of life energy constantly transforming the species of our expressionism. The cycles are reverberating as ripples of pocketed energies exploding like cherry bombs upon the universal surface of the ocean within time and space. We do not have to understand and/or comprehend that which is natural, infinite and yes, however we must experience the moment then let it go...there isn't any need to explain the inevitable. There is a necessity to enjoy the process during the inevitability of creation as this supernova. We are fragile, vulnerable, sensitive and ethereal creatures pretending to be rough and tough, yet scared frantically of ourselves. THE TRUE POWER IS WITHIN! There isn't anything capable of penetrating the truth of life being the reflective pond of LIFE BEINGS! What a narcissistic dilemma of compulated anxiety it is to deal with one day at a time while cultivating peace and harmony within the depth of BEING. When turbulent forces evoke and disrupt the calm center of the storm, we do and have to cope with it's rage and anger in the highest order of divine grace... A PASSING SPIRIT! Sonnet Meditation 23: As an unperfect actor on the stage, Who with his fear is put besides his part, Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage, Whose strength's abundance weakens his own heart, So I, for fear of trust, forget to say The perfect ceremony of love's rite, And in mine own love's strength seem to decay, O'ercharged with burden of mine own love's might. Oh, let my books be then the eloquence And dumb presagers of my speaking breast, Who plead for love, and look for recompense, More than that tongue that more hath more expressed. Oh, learn to read what silent love hath writ. To hear with eyes belongs to love's fine wit. RELAX - 28 DAYS OF FASTING BREATHING IN AND BREATHING OUT IS THE MOST NATURAL THING WE DO AND WE DO IT QUITE WELL IF WE MUST SAY...YES! It comes to pass that light, love and good will is the cosmic dust in the wind, fleeting, flown the flea like thee. The sojourn in this quadrant earth, one day, one step, one time, one space manifesting a time is divine to see. The inner spirit infuses the surrounding body of matter to tinkle, twinkle, sprinkle stardust dancing of life, life, life... The light, The Sparkle, The One! Sonnet Meditation 24: Mine eye hath played the painter and hath stelled Thy beauty's form in table of my heart. My body is the frame wherein 'tis held, And pérspective it is best painter's art. For through the painter must you see his skill, To find where your true image pictured lies, Which in my bosom's shop is hanging still, That hath his windows glazèd with thine eyes. Now see what good turns eyes for eyes have done. Mine eyes have drawn thy shape, and thine for me Are windows to my breast, where through the sun Delights to peep, to gaze therein on thee. Yet eyes this cunning want to grace their art, They draw but what they see, know not the heart. THE KINGDOM FOR KINGS It comes and it goes...thus shall ye think of this fleeting world - breathe in and breathe out! Enjoy every breath experienced for this has passed as all things must...IT'S NOT ABOUT ME...IT'S NOT ABOUT YOU...But is (about) that which is greater than all the component parts that makes the Whole - SUPREME, DIVINE AND WONDERFUL. ITS ABOUT LIFE, AND LIFE MORE ABUNDANTLY...THE FREE FLOW OF ENERGY... THE LIGHT, THE CHILD, THE GOLD! Sonnet Meditation 25: Let those who are in favor with their stars Of public honor and proud titles boast, Whilst I, whom fortune of such triumph bars, Unlooked for joy in that I honor most. Great princes' favorites their fair leaves spread But as the marigold at the sun's eye, And in themselves their pride lies burièd, For at a frown they in their glory die. The painful warrior famousèd for fight, After a thousand victories once foiled, Is from the book of honor razèd quite, And all the rest forgot for which he toiled. Then happy I, that love and am beloved Where I may not remove nor be removed. GOD IS IN CONTROL! AS A PARTICIPANT OF FORMED ENERGY IN THIS ILLUSION OF REALITY, I AM ALL THAT IS I AM AT PLAY WITHIN THE KINGDOM, THE GREATER BEING OF REFLECTIVE ESSENCE...IT IS FUNNY SEEING THE JOY OF BEING CHANNELED THROUGH RADIANTLY; ALL IS WELL AS EVERYTHING MUST CHANGE NATURALLY. SPIRITUAL BEING OF LIGHT AND LOVE, NAMASTE, It is truth that penetrates and prevails in all that is surface illusion manifested as reality. All things have but a short time to exist before dissolution consumes it's mirage into the mirror of reflections. The circumference point being here, there, everywhere and nowhere as we know in essence is understood as the significance of being, living and releasing, the moment in the moment because of this inevitability. What is today? What proceeded, during and following is but a dream state of extraordinary causes and effects on a temporary basis, YES?! We are upon this sojourn to experience the truth through breathing in and out without attachment, which enables creation to continue unfoldment infinitely. It is our nature. Life is the elixir and substance we must have (we the imagery of thought reality) to be as we are in growth, development, and cultivation as we affirm ourselves to be travelers on a cosmic journey. The compressed sands of time mortified into the Pyramids of Egypt is an example foundation of thought illusion conceptualized and representational of civilization coming and going. In the blink of an eye we are vanished into the comfort of oblivion. The eye of the inner being manifests the vision of transient, ephemeral and ethereal existence with an allusive timeframe evolving through alterations of structure and permanency. What a blessing indeed to know and live this moment to moment energy with complete, total and absolute freedom. The adventure is to explore, discover and let go...IT IS THE MOST WONDERFUL SPECTACLE OF ALL! We are life doing, being and having everything experienced. We are also responsible to be the truth through mastering ourselves in relationship to the surroundings as reflective images of the greatest design of our utmost highest. The power doesn't rest in the arrested states of reality but surges forth constantly through the transformative powers of creative abandon. Our purpose is to open channels and flow with ease and grace to levels beyond levels of any thought restrictions and/or limitations inducive to persuasive measures through egotistical presumptions held onto because of separation's facade. All is Good, even if it appears not to be, according to Divine precedence which of course is peace, light and love. Sonnet Meditation 26: Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage Thy merit hath my duty strongly knit, To thee I send this written ambassage, To witness duty, not to show my wit. Duty so great, which wit so poor as mine May make seem bare in wanting words to show it, But that I hope some good conceit of thine In thy soul's thought, all naked, will bestow it. Till whatsoever star that guides my moving, Points on me graciously with fair aspéct, And puts apparel on my tattered loving, To show me worthy of thy sweet respect. Then may I dare to boast how I do love thee, Till then not show my head where thou mayst prove me. UP AND ABOUT IN DIVINE BEING Here we are creating this transmission of that which is infinitely impossible to express totally, yet every attempt is appreciated that fails according to the standard approaches taught by the very world filled with the madness of men. Life is abundant, supremely powerful, it just keeps going in all directions. Listening to the soul's pulsation from the silence within helps to better understand the stages of progress freely unfolding and manifesting the moment existence we are experiencing now. This beautiful environment surrounding us is glorious and omnipresent. It is freedom. There is so much more than our physical, material and spiritual exchanges on this finite journey. It is an extraordinary sense of well being which cannot be qualified by the actions and/or inaction taken to concretize it. After all it is what it is...and we are DIVINE! Let us continue to grow, develop and prosper in the treasures of all things good at our disposal without possession, obsession and authority. It is the thin red line...the blood flowing through the universal veins that infuses channels for the power within to create this sublime reality. We are one, not two! The reflection is within a single mirror image which is the same inflective reality experienced now regardless of what we think is this or that as separate. Life is the only creative force. It is all around, above, below and through everything! There isn't anything to attach to or hold on to, nothing! Simply breathing in and out is the purification of mind, body and soul... THE ENERGY OF LIGHT AND LOVE, OPEN MIRACLES HAPPENING, FREEDOM'S BLESSINGS. Sonnet Meditation 27: Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed, The dear repose for limbs with travel tired. But then begins a journey in my head, To work my mind, when body's work's expired. For then my thoughts, from far where I abide, Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee, And keep my drooping eyelids open wide, Looking on darkness which the blind do see. Save that my soul's imaginary sight Presents thy shadow to my sightless view, Which, like a jewel hung in gastly night, Makes black night beauteous and her old face new. Lo, thus by day my limbs, by night my mind, For thee and for myself no quiet find. THE WISE MAN IS WISDOM PERSONIFIED FRIEND OF THE COSMIC DOMINION, NAMASTE! WE PROCEED IN THE GRACE OF ALL THAT IS DIVINE...A CHILD OF THE GOLDEN LIGHT! There will not be any greater success or failure in the activities of this world for all is a demonstration of illusion's reality. The figmentations of the imagination seeking not that which one has already by nature are grasping, clinging and holding onto the superficiality imposed upon one to hide our true nature. We must enjoy the perfect unfoldment of this natural course to the evolution of mankind's consciousness for all is well...SO IT IS WRITTEN, SO IT IS DONE...EXPRESSIONS CLARITY. Sonnet Meditation 28: How can I then return in happy plight, That am debarred the benefit of rest? When day's oppression is not eased by night, But day bey night, and night by day, oppressed? And each, though enemies to either's reign, Do in consent shake hands to torture me, The one by toil, the other to complain How far I toil, still farther off from thee. I tell the day, to please him thou art bright, And dost him grace when clouds do blot the heaven. So flatter I the swart-complexioned night; When sparkling stars twire not thou gild'st the even. But day doth daily draw my sorrows longer, And night doth nightly make grief's strength seem stronger. FOOD TO NURTURE THE BEING Another blank page to be writ upon by the hand of the Utmost Highest, Namaste! If we don't eat properly we will poison ourselves by in-taking the forbidden delicacies of bitter sweets prepared by the delusionment of man's separation from himself, alone and barren upon the rich lands of futility. The mind is to be filled with masterful thoughts of expressions or it enstrangles itself to it's demise. Blessed be the King of Kings to traverse this Kingdom by the Grace of God without shackles and chains to imprison freedom of spirit. We are examples of the principle not the exception for where there is one there are many of the ONE. We do not write mere words but attempt to use the mighty essence transmitted through words of our creative understanding...ALL IS GOD AND GOD IS GOOD, THEREFORE ALL IS GOOD. We are not living in a state of duality unless we forget to be in the natural state of being one in all things! We must practice amnesia regarding the facades, pretenses and deceptions of our doings within this illusion of reality and emerge to greater heights and dynamic creative expressions. It is commanded!. Yes, life is flexible and renders extreme causes and effects out of it's superficial aspects of existence, however it is sublime, the divine. IT IS NOT ABOUT ME...I DO THIS FOR THE WHOLE OF BEING! ALIVE... THE SPIRIT OF CRONOS, A TITAN DETHRONED BY HIS SON ZEUS, THERE WE HAVE IT... WHAT FUN! Sonnet Meditation 29: When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes I all alone beweep my outcast state, And look upon myself and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possessed, Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least - Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at Heaven's gate. For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings. GREAT FORTUNE IS BESTOWED UPON US! KING OF THE ROYAL HOST, CHILD OF THE GOLDEN LIGHT, NAMASTE! Trusting that all is well according to divine order, there aren't any questions to ask without the answer supplied with the asking. When we stop, look and listen, the universe is orchestrating beautifully. It is in the highest order that praise be unto all things that transcends all that is limited and restricted by thought. We are the masters of the dawn! Captains of the ship assail in the grand ocean of eternal existence upon the seas of creative energy abounding from shore to shore within the grace of GOD. We remember what one sees and comes from within the inner being into manifestation, but for a brief moment then pouf, gone to whence it came in the first place. This is the eternal cycle of circling energy spiraling throughout this universe. The details of the sojourn are superfluous, trivial and insignificant in the ultimate factoring of cosmic expression. We must not cling nor crave for permanency, it is a delusion of thought identity, however we must release and let go as children on the playground having lots of fun and laughter. It is the nature of life. The transformative states of being alive, well, happening, growing and expanding beyond the known into the unknown territory of exploration, discovery and creation is everything surrounding us that is sublime. We are the duality of reflective causes and effects, yet of single essence to rise and mount the back of our winged Pegasus flying to Olympus within depths of mind, body and soul. It's infinity! Blessed one, we are miracles seeing that which has taken so long upon this sojourn to be revealed. We have always and will always be in the moment knowing this freedom of life. It isn't what we do or don't do, it's just simple breath that is what it is in everything. In this matrix of illusion our experience is perceived as real, therefore one feels its effects of negativity/positivity, yet to awaken one alleviates such nonsensical assumptions, i.e. The thin bloodline, the calm and quiet core center of the center surrounded by chaos and confusion is surrealistic. We cannot destroy creation for creation is life itself at play. How laughable it is to see this absurdity. We love the all seeing EYE of 'I', the Am of 'I am'...Peace, harmony and good will to all that is mind, body and soul concepts... Sonnet Meditation 30: When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sight the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste. The can I drown an eye, unused to fleow, For precious friends hid in death's dateless night, And weep afresh love's long since canceled woe, And moan the expense of many a vanished sight. Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of forebemoanèd moan, Which I new-pay as if not paid beofe. But if the while I thank on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end. UNIVERSAL AFFIRMATIVE A TRUE VISIONARY APPEAL AS WE CAN SEE THE REFLECTIONS OF INFLECTED THOUGHT EXPRESSED...WE ARE ONE CHESTNUT SQUIRREL'S ACORN TWIRL...PRECIOUS HEART OF BEATING RHYTHMS, GRACIOUSLY ILLUMINATING SOLACE WITH A BANG! We play, dance and sing joyously when we are free of all attachments to illusion's assumed permanency of finite reality. There are so many examples of those like us who have come and gone paving the way to the ultimate estacsy of life's rainbow of immaculate conception. Living the life is greater than contemplating the life. It isn't so difficult to understand the truth of being upon this sojourn, however too often we forfeit this inherited naturalness for normalcy through conformity to gain right of passage. NOW THAT WE HAVE COME AND GONE...POPPING IN AND OUT OF EXISTENCE...I DREAMT WE WERE HERE! As a musical soundtrack plays, I can't help but marvel at the simplistic beauty of the Radiant Being. Beloved Child of the Golden Light we are freedom personified infinitely...SO IT IS DONE UNTO ONE AS IT IS DONE UNTO OTHERS IN FREEDOM'S LOVING VIBRATIONS. Sonnet Meditation 31: Thy bosom is endearèd with all hearts, Which I by lacking have supposed dead. And there reigns love, and all love's loving parts, And all those friends which I thought buried. How many a holy and obsequious tear Hath dear religious love stol'n form mine eye, As interest of the dead, which now appear But things removed that hidden in thee lie! Thou art the grave where buried love doth live, Hung with the trophies of my lovers gone, Who all their parts me to thee did give, That due of many now is thine alone. Their images I loved I view in thee, And thou, all they, hast all the all of me. TO SHOCK THE CHILDREN HOW BEAUTIFUL ...The cards we receive as well as send to Kindred Spirits trodding upon this earth. The Spirit's invigorating soulful transmissions are evident when we surrender the Herculean dynamics of being in control to the Grace of the heart. This life is extraordinarily peaceful by it's nature. THE POET'S FLUTE SUSTAINS THE NOTES BEYOND COMPREHENSION... Sonnet Meditation 32: If thou survive my well-contented day, When that churl Death my bones with dust shall cover, And shalt by fortune once more resurvey These poor rude lines of thy deceasèd lover, Compare them with the bettering of the time, And though they be outstripped by every pen, Reserve them for my love, not for their rhyme, Exceeded by the height of happier men. Oh, then vouchsafe me but this loving thought: "Had my friend's Muse grown with this growing age, A dearer birth than this his love had brought, To march in ranks of better equipage. But since he died, and poets better prove, Theirs for their style I'll read, his for his love." LET THERE BE LIGHT SHROUDING DIVINE SPHINX OF THE SOUL PASSAGE, ONE OF INSIGHT AND WISDOM, BE PRAISED AS ONE, NOT TWO! GREAT FORTUNE IS INCREASED A MILLION FOLD BY THE GRACE OF ALMIGHTY GOD, NAMASTE! The constant unfoldment of mind, body and soul perspectives never cease to amaze and invigorate the energy field of unity. We are spokesmen for the heart's compassion, loving-kindness and well being amongst Brethren. The charge is freedom without cost, the inheritance of the natural state of being without compromise, deceit and/or fear. Our strength of character is reflected in our behavior towards all things. We are the gifted and precious children of creation, therefore we must follow through with all that is divine as we travel throughout time and space. It isn't where we've been or going, it is where we are that is constantly advancing the life energy. SO IT IS... THE BELOVED, THE ONE, THE GREAT, THE ALMIGHTY, THE CHILD OF THE GOLDEN LIGHT! Sonnet Meditation 33: Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountaintops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy, Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace. Even so my sun one early morn did shine With all-triumphant splendor on my brow. But out, alack! he was but one hour mine, The region cloud hath masked him from me now. Yet him for this my love no whit disdaineth. Suns of the world may stain when heaven's sun staineth. Contents Colveyco Reading Room |