There are lone cemeteries,
tombs full of soundless bones,
Unwilling priestess in thy cruel fane, Long hast thou held me, pitiless god of Pain,
Then a woman said, "Speak to us of Joy and Sorrow."
And he answered:
This life that we call our own
Is neither strong nor free;
I am the lover's eyes, and the spirit's
And God stepped out on space,
And He looked around and said,
I am not skilled to understand
What God hath willed, what God hath planned;
'Twas when the world was in its prime,
When the fresh stars had just begun
And now it was evening.
And Almitra the seeress said, "Blessed be this day and this place and your spirit that has spoken."
Don't surrender your loneliness
So quickly.
All the heavy days are over;
Leave the body's coloured pride
My name is Kaspar. I the incense bear.
The glamour of the Star has made me wise.
Thou, whose deep ways are in the sea,
Whose footsteps are not known,
God made a beatous garden
With lovely flowers strown,
Watcha gonna do when Memphis on fire,
Memphis on fire, Mistah Preachin' Man?
There's a moon in my body, but I can't see it!
A moon and a sun.
The rainy season is abroad
And the skirt of my dress is wet.
Vultures a-wing have sullied the glory of the sky;
The winds bear on their pinions the horror of Death's
I touch God in my song
as the hill touches the far-away sea
I have been a mulitude of shapes,
Before I assumed a consistant form.
Your hope in my heart is the rarest treasure
Your Name on my tongue is the sweetest word
Then Almitra spoke again and said, "And what of Marriage, master?" And he answered saying:
I send letters to my Beloved,
The dear Krishna.
Until you've found pain, you won't reach the cure
Until you've given up life, you won't unite with
A Texas cowboy lay down on a barroom floor,
Having drunk so much he could drink no more;
I am a kind word uttered and repeated
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
there is a field. I'll meet you there.
God bless you all this Christmas Day
And drive the cares and griefs away.
In love, nothing exists between heart and heart.
Speech is born out of longing,
I dreamt last night Christ came to earth again
To bless His own. My soul from place to place
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