Part 1: HYMNS
Bestowed Dreams
dawn
4. TRANSIT OF THE ECLIPSE
There is a Dream, upwelling into Now :
it is Our Dream.
– We the Evolving Human Beings who have been impending, coming-into-Being :
coming into Higher Mind.
The searching Hunter finds :
stoops to meet the Stone in which his new spear-head waits ;
he Knows it is arrived : into This pristine moment.
~ Knows it has always Been : the rock-bound spear-head revealed in his hand.
And the searching Seer sees : to meet the whole World with panoramic vision ;
encompasses All that converges upon this pin-prick instant.
~ Knows it has always Been : this vast Past-Present-Future in her Mind.
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We sightless human peoples dart, like rabbits in our warren : scurrying our small passages,
from nest to stores to sleeping-den : our fretful memory-lanes, worn by pounding anxious visits
to count, to defend, confront, to plan our next burrowing excavations
We Fear it is the whole universe : this labyrinth we made.
For we can Recall :
its every single forced-out painful track.
(A few can Remember, too, far back ,
~ a sunbeam of lost light,
dream-remnant of peaceful golden age.)
Last time we dared look up, we humans : the sky was dark and Fallen, like a caved-in den ;
and a cold crying wind scared us back deep into our crowded scuffling tunnels.
We have not looked again : for millennia.
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And high above our burrowed Earth :
the parable of eclipsing Moon is slow-passing her dark millennial transit of the Sun.
The corona-halo of her black-round void
dispels in one solar diamond-flash :
as Sunrays shaft the sky to crystal blue,
sweep again to Earth to light her fires,
stir her rocks to glow ;
warm the chill wind-moans
once more to peacefulness
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Those Who Stand Up Now Upon Awakening Earth
share witness to
this Light Outcoming.
Our Dream is Evolving :
into Now.