Sonnet Number Fifty
All in one flowing moment free from time,
I sat upon a mighty mountainside
Beneath great metal booming wind-blown chimes
Above Zen terraced gardens with my guide.
I saw below, beyond the knoll and stream,
Another mountain breath and undulate.
Awaking slowly from delusion’s dream,
I entered then a much more mindful state.
Then beauty’s beings, radiant as suns,
Each sang her sacred spirit song to me.
The spirit world and this one too were one.
The moon arose, and I began to see.
I heard all music, then, in but one chime
And knew forever, then, in Earthly time.
Have a look at this, all Vermont Artists!
Too often we enjoy the comfort of opinion without the discomfort of thought. -John F. Kennedy, 35th US president (1917-1963)
This is how you say “Quarry Hill Creative Center” in French.
What can we do to help the victims of the typhoon in the Phillipines– and all the many “natural” disasters now occurring as a result of global warming???
We who lived through Hurricane Irene know (to some extent) what this is like.
Where are the best places to contribute?
Let us know. We would like to help spread the word and collect donations.
Quarry Hill Creative Center
By a great Quarry Hill Poet.