Flower in the crannied wall,
I pluck you out of the crannies;
Hold you here, root and all, in my hand,
Little flower but if I could understand
What you are, root and all, and all in all,
I should know what God and man is.

Tennyson

To Him That Was Crucified

My spirit to yours dear brother,

Do not mind because many sounding your name do not understand you,

I do not sound your name, but I understand you,

I specify you with joy O my comrade to salute you, and to salute those who are with you, before and since, and those to come also,

That we labor together transmitting the same charge and succession,

We few equals indifferent of lands, indifferent of times,

We, enclosers of all continents, all castes, allowers of all theologies,

Compassionaters, perceivers, rapport of men,

We walk silent among disputes and assertions, but reject not the disputers nor any thing that is asserted,

We hear the bawling and din, we are reach'd at by divisions, jealousies, recriminations on every side,

They close peremptorily upon us to surround us, my comrade,

Yet we walk unheld, free, the whole earth over, journeying up and down till we make our ineffaceable mark upon time and the diverse eras,

Till we saturate time and eras, that the men and women of races, ages to come, may prove brethren and lovers as we are.

Walt Whitman

O regal, velvet night
O' er jewelled with a myriad sparkling jems
Take now these fierce forebodings from my sight
And in thy domed infinite
Absorb my fears amidst thy diadems

Stilled now the mind for rest
Awake within the deeper consciousness
Lo! From they upturned Comet's nest
Falls one bright star at thy behest
The star of peace - illuminated quietness

L.Hines

In this realm of emerald light
Bizarre and brightly coloured fish
Around coral reefs glide and glimmer

Duality Designs

Lament Of The Rohirrim

Where now the horse and the rider? Where is the
horn that was blowing?
Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright
hair flowing?
Where is the hand on the harpstring, and the red
fire glowing?
Where is the spring and the harvest and the tall
corn growing?
They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a
wind in the meadow;
The days have gone down in the West behind the
hills into shadow.
Who shall gather the smoke of the dead
wood burning,
Or behold the flowing years from the sea returning?

The Two Towers

dream

I had a dream
And in that dream
I saw the world
For what it is
But never was

be the calm

Be silent as you walk, be the calm. Drown in the vast sky that covers all things and sink into any drop of water. There are no thoughts in this part of the woods only wonder, there is nothing but tranquility here. You will feel delight just knowing that your eyes are open, a rebirth of all senses. The sounds of the earth will become the music you like to hear, the chords that vibrate inside of you. The scent of the everlasting is in the air, fill your lungs with vitality. In this silence you will cease to exist, receive this blessing.

There is a light that shines beyond all things on earth, beyond us all, beyond the heavens, beyond the highest, the very highest heavens. This is the light that shines in our heart.

Chandogya Upanishad 3.13.7 (1)

“When love beckons to you, follow him, Though his ways are hard and steep. And when his wings enfold you yield to him, Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.”

Kahlil Gibran

Brow of Calm

I am the garden in which you wander; I am the pool that reflects the moonlight and the nightingale that sings as you walk beneath the trees. I am the breeze that rustles your wings, reflecting distant moonbeams. Here you are in secret but for me, here you are in comfort, the stars gently fall like diamonds on silk in this place of dreams. I am the path unwinding where you set your feet, I am the tears that line your cheeks but I will never fall from you. I am uplifting, for you to spread your wings, we are the eternal living unfolding and the silent alone. I am the Brow of Calm.