Vol. 2. / 67.) In 'Going,' I Went, And Went Again . . .

 In ‘going,’ I went, and went again

Alive, and moving: having life I went

And travelled the forgotten land within

Where by the map I knew which side

To walk and where – to find the way

Once through the guarded door

Which was the breadth and width of One.

And in and through that One within

And beyond the first of the falling rain

That shines and sparkles in the day

And in the silver moonlit night, the same;

There the further vision could be found

That owned the Delphic voice that spoke

Of meeting there – the same for everyone

Within the skin of One who’d carry any

Who would come – love for the loving

Answers for the asker, and solace deep:

A sennet for the seeker of the Holy Grail;

Here the map to the honeyed signs

The instant knowings and the wine of life:

Where the waters move, where their run

Contains the thing that draws us nearer

Returned to us that in our falling, find.

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