Sunday, 13 September 2009
Nay, An A' Do Nothing But Speak Nothing, A' Shall Be Nothing Here.
Make the fine mind dull.
Do not ask questions more;
For questions blind the mind,
A willing whore,
To any formula of final rest.
The place, the answer, wrought of genius games;
A thrilling meadow of the sunlit quest,
Where senseless sanity will soothe and soar.
Pry the hard heart wide.
Reject not any thing.
For hatred kills, divides.
Move in the gentle grace of needless care.
The purposeful yet natural way of love;
A constant giving paean of love's fare,
Where all-inclusiveness will Zion bring.
Do nothing at all.
Surrender treasured goal;
For thoughts and actions, as they are,
And flow around the center of all lives.
This is the place, the goal wrought of itself.
All, as it is, is bounty, and it thrives,
With or without the mind and heart and soul.
S. Foxton 2009.