
Self-Realisation
And, when I turn to look at me,
I bare my teeth and growl
And think, with such a sight to see,
That even…
And, when I turn to look at me,
I bare my teeth and growl
And think, with such a sight to see,
That even…
Although you went in search of truth
And travelled near and far,
Nobody in your very youth
Expressed how…
And, though you think you’ll never speak
As golden poets do,
That doesn’t mean your voice is weak
Or you
And, when I think, I think of you
And all your many charms:
Your eyes that sparkle like the dew,
Your warm…
And do you watch the way I eat
And pick up every crumb?
Or do you see me scratch my feet
And ask…
And drinking down a draught of you
Reminds me of these things:
A summer morning’s sparkling dew,
The wine…
And, when the moon is full
(And even when it’s not),
I feel its ancient pull
On everything…