
How went
Away smells of paper and sun
All the solemn excitement of
The visions that ran
Through the thoughts, colours, sounds
—Bring together the books, ink, guitar!
Let’s construct out of them Thought-Friends
Like my father did
Here now I am — in the peace of the One
And senses are servants
And the healing is done
Through life came an action
And excitement’s aimed at
People and living and the Fate of the Man
—In my warm embrace sweetly distracted child
That still creates visions—
(Now it has my presence
—So just for the sake
Of the Creation)
art by @celebrateandcreateiceland
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