07 August 2011

I Love Words 1


I feel in all my limbs His boundless Grace;
Within my heart the Truth of life shines white.
The secret heights of God my soul now climbs;
No dole, no sombre pang, no death in my sight.

No mortal days and nights can shake my calm;
A Light above sustains my secret soul.
All doubts with grief are banished from my deeps,
My eyes of light perceive my cherished Goal.

Though in the world, I am above its woe;
I dwell in an ocean of supreme release.
My mind, a core of the One's unmeasured thoughts;
The star-vast welkin hugs my Spirit's peace.

My eternal days are found in speeding time;
I play upon His Flute of rhapsody.
Impossible deeds no more impossible seem;
In birth-chains now shines Immortality.

from My Flute, Agni Press, 1972
Sri Chinmoy

Shakespeare for a Sunday

It is in Act 1, of The Winter's Tale, that Leontes admonishes his companion to,
"Look on me with your welkin eye."
In A Midsummer Night's Dream, Act 3, Oberon commands the redoubtable Puck, cupid on amphetamines, carnation of chaos:
"Thou seest these lovers seek a place to fight;
Hie therefore, Robin, overcast the night;
The starry welkin cover thou anon
With drooping fog as black as Acheron*,
And lead these testy rivals so astray
As one come not within another's way."
In Richard III, the ever-martial King Richard implores:
"Fight, gentlemen of England! Fight bold yeomen!
Draw, archers, draw your arrows to the head!
Spur your proud horses hard, and ride in blood;
Amaze the welkin with your broken staves!"

Latin Acherōn
Ancient Greek Ἀχέρων
One of the rivers of the underworld, the god of this river, the underworld, especially as the abode of the dead, a river in Epirus.

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