Picture: Frontispiece of Melisselogia, or the Female Monarchy by Reverend John Thorley
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Is this a dream?
Really,
Ask yourself:
“Is this a dream?”
Past and future:
The faint picture of a half-remembered dream,
Veritable phantoms.
Such fun playing with ghosts!
The bee, she told me, knows no ghosts,
The bee dreams a different dream.
Her flight, a never-ending stream…
D’you know what I mean?
Stop thinking,
Stop elaborating on my words,
Stop running away from these lines
Stop seeking phantoms of other times.
Read and feel, read and heal.
No excuses, today,
No clever arguments,
You can’t trick yourself forever, can you?
I am there; I am here.
Does it make any difference?
The bee’s here, and then she’s there,
Amazing nectar of her life,
Back to the hive, she knows no pride.
Selflessly, she gives herself away,
In the quiet embrace of Nature’s display
Of unfathomable forces
And intelligence divine.
Drop the script, drop the lines,
Life’s an improv, let it shine
Through the cracks of your masks
No more fangs, no more tusks,
Just energy in motion,
Unrelentless devotion,
And presence…
Unconditional presence.
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Herons
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This poem was partly inspired by the music of Claude Debussy.