Ponderable and poem for Tuesday, November 3, 2009
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Alan Harris
Nov 3, 2009, 12:40:50 AM11/3/09
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When one sits to meditate, the mind may at first sound like a jukebox in a cathedral.
April of the Spirit
In this April Sunday
there is pure spirit
scenting all the air
like a sweet candle.
Spirit runs through me
like light through a prism
and splashes all my glands
with a rainbow of loving.
Spending spirit is a joy
and a joke, for no end
is there to it--
as well spend the sea.
When my brain tunes into
spirit's primordial hum,
there are no surroundings
but the starlit cosmos.
I sing into the center of being
whose bud bursts open
and flowers into a fragrant chant
for April eyes and ears.
Amen says all, sings all
that ever will be sung--
begins and sustains and ends
our euphonious zodiac.
there is pure spirit
scenting all the air
like a sweet candle.
Spirit runs through me
like light through a prism
and splashes all my glands
with a rainbow of loving.
Spending spirit is a joy
and a joke, for no end
is there to it--
as well spend the sea.
When my brain tunes into
spirit's primordial hum,
there are no surroundings
but the starlit cosmos.
I sing into the center of being
whose bud bursts open
and flowers into a fragrant chant
for April eyes and ears.
Amen says all, sings all
that ever will be sung--
begins and sustains and ends
our euphonious zodiac.
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Alan Harris
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