The wave and the spell

Find a sense of liberation

A space and time for meditation

Here; hearts see with peripheral vision all around

Once owned to the feeling and touched the land

The moments of wholeness and expansion affected

Has not humbled all the parts of a man?

As a mysterious and matchless integration

I drifted through passing

Aside the last grain of sand

Where has survived in solemn time

A completely olive world

In which debauchery has not penetrated the feeble light

All morns since fulfilled with soothing chorale sounds

All passing so belongs

Do relate and await not a set sun

Seize the silence

As if she were to mate

For disorder is an island you cannot escape

As then the brother of chaos

Has bestowed another fertile ground

Should another leaf fall and frost

I believe; if not deceived

All is quiescent

Above and below

The wave and spell

As summer skies have shone