I Dance on the Vine of Eternity

Ever here, yet ill-defined,
Ever near, yet far behind,
High and low I twist and wind
Throughout the gardens of thy mind.

Ever the Saint, yet e’er grotesque, 
Ever the truth, yet ever the jest, 
Evil at worst, divine at best,
I’m he who is cursed and I’m he who is blessed.

I’m that which will rise and I’m that which has set,
I’m He who’s thy stranger and He who ye’ve met,
I’m ever in mind, though ye often forget, 
I’m Nature and Culture, a thrilling duet.

I’m that which encloses, I’m that which breaks free,
I’m flower and pollen, I’m honey and bee,
I’m sky and forest and sand and sea, 
I’m cow and crane, I’m dog and flea.

I’m that which is shined upon, that which reflects,
I’m that which is perfect, I’m that which defects,
I’m simple and clear, yet wild and complex,
I’m that which is parting and that which connects.

I’m He who has died and I’m He who’ll be born, 
I’m He who they love and I’m He who they scorn, 
I’m the scapegoat they spit on, the Saviour they mourn, 
And I’m wrapped around thee, and to thee I’m sworn.

FEATURE

THE POET & THE SAGE

When you hold in your hand
A hardcover book,
As you sit by the side
Of a quaint mountain brook,

When the world is revealed
Within each sacred page,
When great secrets are told
Of the spirit of our age,

When the Logos hath risen
And the Way is revealed,
When Alignment is found
And the Soul has been healed,

You’ll be glad that you read
This strange book of our time,
And you’ll cherish these words
That brought Wisdom, sublime. 

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