"Vixen" by WS Merwin

                                                          I remember you
when i have heard you the soles of my feet have made answer
when i have seen you I have waked and slipped from the calendars
from the creeds of difference and the contradictions
that were my life and all the crumbling fabrications
as long as it lasted until something that we were
had ended when you are no longer anything
let me catch sight of you again going over the wall
and before the garden is extinct and the woods are figures
guttering on a screen let my words find their own
places in the silence after the animals

Journalizm #348 (or so)

Unscrambled, lightning bolt flashes of passion
Channeled fiery demons igniting the night
Enflamed fury unbridled, wild and inconsolable
Unleashing uncontrollable forces indelible
Reverberating continuous chaos, noise of flux
Inconceivable unbelievable concepts incredible
Invisible and immaterial, subethereal
Metapsychological nonfictions depicting
Undeniable proof, uplifting and everlasting
Ever casting light onto shadow's mere illusion
With unspoken visions trapped between lines
In the grid of manifestation, the game inside
The game defined, by authorities of mind
Setting limits on the Infinite Abstraction
With the affliction of diction dictating
Thought-patterns formed from the Imagination
Giving meaning, seemingly for no apparent reason
Justified by irrational rationale and illogical logic
Guaranteed to be most poetic and ironic
Like an oxymoronic contradictory hypocrite
Walking backwards to the beginning and back again
Talking to itself about the state of the world
While fully understanding that its all within
And conflict is merely a function of the friction
Generating the heat that becomes this passion
Engulfing the impotent aspect of the victim
In a compassionate act of selfless inspiration
Feeding the fire with the fuel of dedication...

The Dewdrop

"Separate though the dewdrop be, yet it is a part of the Ocean, no matter how far distant it may be, and the attraction of the Ocean will surely, and without fail, draw it back to its bosom.  And the dewdrop, if it could know the truth, would be so much happier and stronger, and braver if it could know that it was superior to accident, time, and space, and that it could not escape its own good, and that nothing could prevent its final triumph and victory when at last "the dewdrop slides into the shining sea."  How cheerfully it could have met its many changes of form, and the incidents of its journey, if it could have gotten rid of the illusion of separateness, and know that instead of being a tiny insignificant dewdrop it was a part of the Mighty Ocean- in fact that its Real Self was that Ocean itself- and that the Ocean was continually drawing it toward it, and that the many changes, up and down, were in response to that mighty power of attraction which was slowly but irresistibly drawing it back Home to Rest, Peace, and Power."      ---Yogi Ramacharaka "Gnani Yoga"