NikolaiI
02-08-2015, 08:17 PM
Taste the heavenly bliss of life,
When you've learned from all your strife
Six simple lessons, or seven
To walk the straight way into heaven;
To walk in the land you know so well,
To learn its secrets, you never will tell-
And angels, poets, dreamers, live on-
The message is one, you singers all sing,
Told from one, then another, from everything
It is no different from slugs, a monkey, to a swan;
The spirits only issue from what is between
A body, mind and a soul unseen;
Beautiful as swans are -
And beautifuller -
As sweet as the source of heaven,
And all poetic images engraven
In the heart of every child -
And every inch of wild:
And the man, and the woman, and the lover,
For which the scent of highs, and of clover
Is not half as lovely as the song
To which all our hearts belong.
Everything I have ever said-
Forgive me, forgive you, forgive them-
Is not half as understated
As a birds song, what they know, I know -
Simply how to live, and be free,
And dance on the wing;
For flowing, I sing -
Knowing wonder
And having the memory -
Of being remembered,
And remembering.
When the soul finds its rest
Upon the heaven of nature blessed,
Then it knows it will flow ever free
Into an echo of eternity -
The drop merges into the ocean,
As the ocean merges into the drop,
Stolen systems are broken open;
And the heavenly light is uncaught -
We do indeed find our rest on the morrow,
And the morrow there after, ever more -
As sweetness and sweet are,
and peacefulness and peace.
What is once a cloud
Once again returns to cloud -
As the petals are broken open
Mind is of the cloud unwanted.
Mind is of the cloud unspoken.
When you've learned from all your strife
Six simple lessons, or seven
To walk the straight way into heaven;
To walk in the land you know so well,
To learn its secrets, you never will tell-
And angels, poets, dreamers, live on-
The message is one, you singers all sing,
Told from one, then another, from everything
It is no different from slugs, a monkey, to a swan;
The spirits only issue from what is between
A body, mind and a soul unseen;
Beautiful as swans are -
And beautifuller -
As sweet as the source of heaven,
And all poetic images engraven
In the heart of every child -
And every inch of wild:
And the man, and the woman, and the lover,
For which the scent of highs, and of clover
Is not half as lovely as the song
To which all our hearts belong.
Everything I have ever said-
Forgive me, forgive you, forgive them-
Is not half as understated
As a birds song, what they know, I know -
Simply how to live, and be free,
And dance on the wing;
For flowing, I sing -
Knowing wonder
And having the memory -
Of being remembered,
And remembering.
When the soul finds its rest
Upon the heaven of nature blessed,
Then it knows it will flow ever free
Into an echo of eternity -
The drop merges into the ocean,
As the ocean merges into the drop,
Stolen systems are broken open;
And the heavenly light is uncaught -
We do indeed find our rest on the morrow,
And the morrow there after, ever more -
As sweetness and sweet are,
and peacefulness and peace.
What is once a cloud
Once again returns to cloud -
As the petals are broken open
Mind is of the cloud unwanted.
Mind is of the cloud unspoken.