“There is ‘true’ Knowledge. Learn thou it is this:
To see one Changeless Life in all that lives,
And in the Separate, One Inseparable.
There is imperfect Knowledge: that which sees
The separate existences apart,
And, being separated, holds them real.
There is false Knowledge: that which blindly clings
To one as if ‘twere all, seeking no cause,
Deprived of light, narrow, and dull, and ‘dark.’ “
~ SONG CELESTIAL, Bk. 18
(fr. The Bhagavad-Gita)

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After math –

After Image,

Death…

Of Awe

Where there is

no heart

no soul

feel … or truth.

Words – left.

As centuries have passed

A dead dialect forgotten

All true songs & bards

“Deceased”

“Dead”

And now reduced to

bad romance,

value & shock

As gods & verses

have disappeared

Withered

And have remained

Hidden…

And in wait

For you.

New earth

New voice

New life

Conjure

This into being

Poet

Persuade

Inspire…Create

Summon forth

And awake

The poem.

Once more,

And again.

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R.M. Engelhardt 

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