Jack Straw
05-19-2006, 01:32 AM
Today I sit under this grove so unique and bold
I gather myself for an eastern quest alas, in the west:
Young Guatama as my guide
I send my mind on a climb
an articulated find
they’ll return in time
Alas,
the astral climb,
Is hard on the mind
He just can’t find
My hidden shrine
Gathering my wits
Getting up from my sit
Wondering
What time is it?
When I saw the sky:
I knew just before nine.
The heart of twilight
June, midsummer’s evening
The sun drawing my eyes
Into the sky,
feeling so alive
And ever so wise
My ears thought I could hear
An aged voice appear
Distant and fragmented
Impermanent alll…
Strive onnn…
Awarenessss…
Clearing my head
Into the woods I went
Hearing people laugh
In the distant greenery
And on my walk
I was
Struck by a tree
Battling in the breeze
I laughed in glee
As the battle I see
Is over nobler causes
Than the ones on TV.
Continuing on,
Down the path I am led
Inside a lively forest so wet
palpable greens
With thick soothing air
For my lungs to breathe
I began again to stare!
Until I was found
By a flock of great vagrants
Seeming quite profound
In their manner and character
They spoke Words Worth
more than I had ever dreamed
And said they could find
My hallowed shrine for me
I chose to accompany
That jocund company
On my uncanny journeys
Through these misty trees
“And thee that
walkest with me
Have ye found
Thy secret key?”
One of the Wills said to me
My reply, “What do you mean?”
Smiles arose all around
As we came to a ridge
The other Will said
“If only ye hath gazed
on Westminster Bridge
Behold yon silver moon
Lucid and cool
Empowering and full
Solemn thoughts do stir?”
“And the mightiest of trees
Breathing the same breeze
that ye conceive
from what they don't need”
I nodded pensively
"So thine prelude begins"
Their retort was to vanish
Leaving me lost
And feeling slightly.. Romantic?
Taking to a nearby tree
Already home to a skylark
Not wanting him to leave
Should I embark?
He turned at me
And our eyes did meet
Looking down at my feet
I saw animals gather and greet
To listen to the tune
The lark would sing
And to finally swoon
O, the night’s ending
Looking up at the heavens above
Thinking of the vagrants when
I found the key inside my head
And slept ‘til dawn to roam again.
I gather myself for an eastern quest alas, in the west:
Young Guatama as my guide
I send my mind on a climb
an articulated find
they’ll return in time
Alas,
the astral climb,
Is hard on the mind
He just can’t find
My hidden shrine
Gathering my wits
Getting up from my sit
Wondering
What time is it?
When I saw the sky:
I knew just before nine.
The heart of twilight
June, midsummer’s evening
The sun drawing my eyes
Into the sky,
feeling so alive
And ever so wise
My ears thought I could hear
An aged voice appear
Distant and fragmented
Impermanent alll…
Strive onnn…
Awarenessss…
Clearing my head
Into the woods I went
Hearing people laugh
In the distant greenery
And on my walk
I was
Struck by a tree
Battling in the breeze
I laughed in glee
As the battle I see
Is over nobler causes
Than the ones on TV.
Continuing on,
Down the path I am led
Inside a lively forest so wet
palpable greens
With thick soothing air
For my lungs to breathe
I began again to stare!
Until I was found
By a flock of great vagrants
Seeming quite profound
In their manner and character
They spoke Words Worth
more than I had ever dreamed
And said they could find
My hallowed shrine for me
I chose to accompany
That jocund company
On my uncanny journeys
Through these misty trees
“And thee that
walkest with me
Have ye found
Thy secret key?”
One of the Wills said to me
My reply, “What do you mean?”
Smiles arose all around
As we came to a ridge
The other Will said
“If only ye hath gazed
on Westminster Bridge
Behold yon silver moon
Lucid and cool
Empowering and full
Solemn thoughts do stir?”
“And the mightiest of trees
Breathing the same breeze
that ye conceive
from what they don't need”
I nodded pensively
"So thine prelude begins"
Their retort was to vanish
Leaving me lost
And feeling slightly.. Romantic?
Taking to a nearby tree
Already home to a skylark
Not wanting him to leave
Should I embark?
He turned at me
And our eyes did meet
Looking down at my feet
I saw animals gather and greet
To listen to the tune
The lark would sing
And to finally swoon
O, the night’s ending
Looking up at the heavens above
Thinking of the vagrants when
I found the key inside my head
And slept ‘til dawn to roam again.