Oh, have mercy, you savage beast!

Mid-day hours of sworn peace and beauty quiet

Spoke to art of the Romance of Life in its splendour.

The gentle breeze caressed the leaves outside.

The chirping birds’ melody broke through the glass door,

And nomad clouds followed the trail of the whispering wind.

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Oh, have mercy, you savage beast!

I heard the calling in the garden of bliss,

Close to nature’s wonders,

Cradled by nymphs, kissed by fairy lips

Between reveries of light beams.

I felt the calling, and to honour it,

I deemed it worth the working –

That if expression would suffocate,

In loving it would find salvation,

Birthing the harmonious translation

Of natural delight with each breath endeavour.

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Oh, have mercy, you savage beast!

For all the moments weaved by flowing serenity,

For all the moments blest by heartfelt sublimity,

Silence now the vertigo of your haunting!

In this land, corresponding,

Is the Goddess of Beauty and Love

Rightly enthroned in grace and glory.

You are the shepherd of form and final polishing.

A Little Bright Nothingness

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Cotton clouds thinly spread across the clear sky like a holed quilt through which some sun rays may still grace the land with warmth.

I put the crimson book down for a moment, partly dazzled by the light reaching the white pages, and partly due to entranced eyes and mind, still bearing the introspective silence of my previous meditation.

The universe breathes. On it goes the show of created life with its myriad coloured lights as it sits within the Eternal Void. In the heart of movement, there lies stillness, and so the observer gazes without disturbing her breathing.