Saiom Shriver

FIRE HAS LEFT THE HEARTH
Fire has left the hearth
Nautilus climbed from shell
Perfume flowed from read more

FIRE HAS LEFT THE HEARTH
Fire has left the hearth
Nautilus climbed from shell
Perfume flowed from bottle
Prisoner gone from cell
Butterfly flutterbied cocoon
nor hand restrained by glove
Jesus away from manger
Cage left by Spirit Dove.
Sparklings soared away from wand.
Chick's egg become the bird.
Omkar sung from out the throat
Violin's notes now heard.
Buddhist temple pine cone
tabernacle'd godlet seed
Shattered that it might manifest
thousand forests of fir tree
Eternal snow of mountain top
now nurses meadow flowers.
Shining never held by sun
relentless melts ice towers.
Love has left its
spring the heart
Is now a liquid pond
Host stolen from the chalice
consumed in mouth of God
Starlight abandoned star
a billion years ago
Left that tonight you
might
have its sight
and know
Know Love is forever
no drop of God ever dies
Lover not bound by form of love
God's bodies are not God's souls
(to his wife and children
on the death of Robert S)
(Baba Hari Das: is the author
of love is more powerful than
lover for love is not bound by
form).

Jesus' Fig Tree
He did belittle you..
but soon he'll bebig you..
and in the spring
with read more

Jesus' Fig Tree
He did belittle you..
but soon he'll bebig you..
and in the spring
with blooms he will wig you..
in summer he'll summon
a jade garb
to resprig you..
and in the fall
on patient twigs
with fresh fruit
he'll refig you.

One by one
in many countries
they break through
the ice of fear..
cups of crocuses
.. stand up in read more

One by one
in many countries
they break through
the ice of fear..
cups of crocuses
.. stand up in caucuses
.. East to West
from Africa to the Caucusus
and state
their eternal
allegiance
to the Creator Sun.

Oh Martin Sometimes your voice was the thunder..Sometimes it was the falling rain. Always it burst our hearts asunder
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Oh Martin Sometimes your voice was the thunder..Sometimes it was the falling rain. Always it burst our hearts asunder
and made them vibrate.. empathic in pain.

They called the wind
lackadaisical..
but because he in freedom blows
the world will never
lack for daisies..
(to Laurie read more

They called the wind
lackadaisical..
but because he in freedom blows
the world will never
lack for daisies..
(to Laurie Otto Milwaukee Wisconsin advocate of wild lawns)
http://www.epa.gov/greenacres
http://www.egroups.com/messages/nomow108/1.