In the vineyard the black bull stands with his famously intent gaze all others may be at their ease for he is keeper of his place bright force illuminates the hand in great haste the world was made the earth itself strains back to God's red wings the flame tree grows right up to them the persimmon and the talking snake and flesh to flesh was heaven then but oh the precious rest of death and buried in the church yard too the glare of life will all undo and childhood will reign again

"The sweet forever" -that's in a hymn.

Plan wind with eastern ears
it is a great treat to perceive
a little rest within the step
and the great heist of life is foiled
I am now washed
I am telepathy
and words well up
(my life is a gift that cost !000 dollars)

In the wind that fits
that blows the right measure
that stirs, but doesn't disturb,
blows an ease
a door swinging open
the passage to an ardent suitor
who holds my fingers
like the french
whose eyes undress
pleasantness,
you are sometimes bold

Friends, find now in this present moment, what in your own heart glows and goes forth
what there within your own chest holds steady the precious liquid in the cup of love
where the peace of a dove is all you've ever known
in you a sun child is born and says imagine a world, a fearless world,
a kingdom where you are perfectly free
in love there need be no law
In your charge is the great work of winter
to cultivate a silence
a serious and perfect stillness
where the whole earth of you can rest so deep
dissolving in this precious death
the gateway where again you smell the forest floor
you feel the watery chill
and finally, you thaw,you bend, you breathe

the world was whisked so far away
by doings of a lovelorn day
when dreams of innocence and joy
were crushed by clinging
into mists
you love and dream and see the truth
and wake in the stammer
of judas kiss

I was born one day by the garden gate
and flowers later bloomed in that place
so what was I to know of the fleets of ships
that go to and fro
before my time the gist of the world was made
and everyone clung to their own before I came along
therefore I wandered so soon in the cold,past
temples whose glow enchanted without warmth to give
Then I saw that to give is better than to receive,
as it means you are in a position to.
I wondered and pondered and considered and thought
but others pounded shapes in brands of truth
alone I shone in time
with mine I shine
and then I saw that all the story was of my own grand family