William Blake (1757-1827)
English Artist And Poet
WHEN the leaves start to turn the color of fall
Summer ending and winter beginning,
The air of the wind swirls around and around
The snow falling down, falling down,
Lightly veiling the newly colored leaves of fall.
With a nip in the air that was not there, making you aware.
Aware that change is in the air .
Dawn Kalin (1967- )
The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam
XXXIII
Then to the rolling Heav'n itself I cried,
Asking, "What Lamp had Destiny to guide
Her little Children stumbling in the Dark?"
And - "A blind Understanding!" Heav'n replied.
CVIII
Ah, Love! could you and I with Fate conspire
To grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire,
Would not we shatter it to bits - and then
Re-mould it nearer to the Heart's Desire!
Translated by:
Edward Fitzgerald, Poet, (1809-1883)
A VISION OF MY "SELF"
To soar on wings Beyond Imagination.
Awakening to the rosy dawn of a New Age.
Charioteer guided by the Heavens.
Manifesting the simple Truth that "I AM".
Always the Warrior for the Divine.
Pathfinder, Wayshower ... Visionary.
Lighting the way that others might SEE.
A vehicle for Spirit, serving the Plan.
Building a World that is destined to be.
Expressing LOVE always,
right HERE and right NOW.
Wayne Hartman (1958 - )