Vol. 2. / 180.) The Sound of Colour

From the verandah, late, I looked up

A familiar view, but oh, so different

Sound was in it, though all was still

Sound at play, and playing, in and all

Around me and as if I was a part of it

There was a sound in blue --- just as

There was in yellow: the sky declared it

And where it would blend the two together

There the sound of green --- the leaves

Whispering it on the evening breeze

Sharp caught my breath as I heard red

There was a break in it the dahlias sang

Of red and blue and yellow all the world

Was made, and in their mixing in the view

There a perfect symphony of sound

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Vol. 2. / 179.) Light In The Space Between

The apple is prised from its skin

And there is a space in between ---

Phrases loose themselves from

The pages and light shines between ---

The owls know, seeing in the dark

They fly through the dense trees ---

Light shines in a thing cleanly divided

And love makes the in between to live

Only love sees truly and hears but

Is a sealed door to every hard heart

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Vol. 2. / 178.) Sound In World Within Worlds

Sound in worlds within worlds
            A joyous delight in depths ---

A plant rooted in the ground

Flowers in the air

A creature drawn to water

Flies in the firmament

A vital element of Earth

Falls from under the sky

And no one takes it to heart

And finds wisdom there

The seeing of the thing itself:

First sight . . .

And one thing out of another:

Second sight . . .

And in the essential out of that:

Third sight . . .

And a whole hid understanding:

For three is at the heart and centre

Of all things toward an answer
            It is three gardens I was given

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Vol. 2. / 177.) Triad Light

A lone briar rose bends her head

The sun has warmed her entire being

Nectar un-gathered gathers sweetness

But there is none to see or hear her

The sparrow revels in another realm

Of sky sourced she is given to water

In an element not her own she plays

Heaven’s own arms wrap round her

Rains sunlit upon the leaf ends wait

But a fall of diamonds time allows

They pause, they shine, then speak

In doing nothing of themselves

All that I have . . .

Comes from you within me

All that I am . . .

Is what you have given me to be

All that I can do . . .

I do with you

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V. 2. / 176.) Permanence

A single briar rose on a garden trellis

Faced the sun and opened her petals

A sparrow on the rim of a tiny pool ---

Seeing water, splashed and bathed

Diamonds in rain sparkling on leaf tips

Held against gravity eventually fell

The petals, too, one by one --- the lone

Sparrow left: time takes what it brings

The lovely things of Nature --- they

Come and go, they rise, fill the world

With beauty, and leave --- Not so the

Things I see in vision they have some

Strange permanence, it’s as if they’ve

Always been --- existing --- outside

The world and they always will ---

For they do not fade with time, I find  

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Vol. 2. / 175.) Little Pieces

Little pieces slide in

And click ---

We do not need to wait

For them ---

They are all there

Before we looked ---

The whole was in it:

And so it was found to fit

If here the written chain

Is seen to tangle ---

Out of order ---

It is only so

To those who find it so ---

For in this certain sequence

Were they straitly formed

For if the thread was air

And the wind did write it

It was one after the other

The little pieces slid to click

Quick as the dawning

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V. 2. / 174.) The Book

The book cast aside by the world

Was mine ---

In it, and out of it, I existed

Put into me it was

And taken out of it I am

And that not of my own self

No one can understand its pages

When they think they do

They don’t ---

Nor do they understand

What should come out of it

Human reason gets it back-to-front

Human thinking turns upon itself

And so finds there only what it has

What it hasn’t is what it needs

For what it has is not sufficient ---

Not by any measure --- nor can any

Human wisdom hold what cannot

Be held by any single human mind

And we will not surrender and so

We will never understand ourselves

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