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Wednesday, June 27, 2007

Meditation in a Garden with Day Lilies, Bees and Stones

Meditation in a Garden with Day Lilies, Bees and Stones

John Keats, consumptive poet,
Envisioned a new poetry.
Fettered as he was
By that gnarling disease,
He yet stood beyond
The hurtful critiques,
To step outside the limits of the past.

Thou,holder of words:
The reader and the read,
Leave off you melancholy.
If Keats out-stayed his oafish critics,
How can we justify to procrastinate?

Sever your bonds of fear,
Take wing!
Bloom for the day you are given,
And trust the bees and stones
To carry the nectar and shelter your heart.
Transmigration -- the body dies, but the soul flies out!

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