Vol. 2. / 186.) Becoming Clearer And Clearer

Along the real open road --- walking ---

Moving --- going forwards along ---

You came across the glass pebble stones

Here and there --- and all created of ideas

And so --- generating them --- and making

Increase as they became clearer and clearer

The road, truly open --- a free wayfaring place

Becoming brighter and brighter to the full day

The stones of its paving --- like unto crystal

Refined in the fire --- deep inset within it

And more and more visible --- laid one upon

Another --- one upon another --- and loosed

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(Poetry/ Vol. 1. ) The Glass Pebblestones: the Shadow & the Substance

The Glass Pebblestones

In a place where there is nothing

But a level plain and a lake

Shimmering and translucent

Are many glass pebblestones

On a trail there; waiting, refulgent

Many treasured battles are hid there

All preserved inside

Each stone with its own entity was left

For a thing of LIFE was in them

Lowering the sun casts their long shadows

And there a picture of where they weren’t                 

The dark place where the thing wasn’t

                         

In an earthly lowering of an inner light 

My sun sinks

And the more I have of the shadows of things

Empty pictures of glass pebblestones

Not their substance

The lower the light the longer my imaginings

And the more I had of what isn’t

The higher, the harder my wisdom sight

The smaller, my deceptions

And the less I had of what wasn’t

                                                           

 In a heavenly lifting of an inner oyster seeing 

My sun rises

And the less I have of the illusions of things

Outside were the pretenses: not ‘it’

Not the real thing and the pearl itself

Outer sight made semblance of realities

Where really I had . . . 

Nothing