Saiom Shriver

Busy bees chased
the bloom chaste
Though
they crawled on her
clothes
her petals unfolded
and those held close
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Busy bees chased
the bloom chaste
Though
they crawled on her
clothes
her petals unfolded
and those held close
still ever faithful
to the sun
is the everpure rose
Whether her hue
is violet or rose
Whether she grows
in freedom or rows
ever to God
in waves arose
the love perfume
from the heart of the rose.

Out of the sea
the sun aborning
Not adorned but
all adorning
with his awesome light
of morning
says to read more

Out of the sea
the sun aborning
Not adorned but
all adorning
with his awesome light
of morning
says to you
Come! My Mavoorning!

Those who work for plant rights
don't parse parsley
nor bomb poppies
nor purchase antipeople papers.
They plant papayas,
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Those who work for plant rights
don't parse parsley
nor bomb poppies
nor purchase antipeople papers.
They plant papayas,
and peppers.
Their pulpit is the popular*
not the papal but poplars.
* not in the sense of ephemeral fame
but what the people want.

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).

Does he say novenas
for those with no venus
(to Dan Brown).

Does he say novenas
for those with no venus
(to Dan Brown).