O D E
To Elohim or Aphrodite
Love's impatient for The Second Coming:
If we don't move on to our destruction soon
the fragrance of this valley becomes stale
Love, if we dally such in these dales
we'll lose The Necessary sense
to climb out of ourselves
O if we linger by This Dawn's apotheosis
we might just never Know the Wholeness
of the coming Day!
But we so love the beauty & Bliss of the Moment!
And there remains some Deeper, Higher, Fuller
& wider World always to explore
some softer means
some tougher modes
some prior & some later Life
some Love of less
Our Love & more
--I mean, can you envision it:
One entire World smoking its library pipe
by The Open window, waiting &
waiting for The Promised Sun to show its Light!
although it is fragrant to stand still
and drink the coolness of the frozen senses
yet WE MUST MOVE on & think!