You, the infinite.
Ever extending, brightened insight.
The constant prayer, the inner silence overlapping.
Jubilation’s chair, hope in repair.
Envisioned spectacular ceremonial mapping.
A heightened accord, a breath-full of words.
A heart-warmed ford to breeze through the formless.
Your subtle starlight, strumming reflections elevating the air.
Singing the day’s symphonies, dancing celestials the shadows in busk.
An inner task.
Temporal to godspeed. Salt to spirit.
A scintillating urgency observations grasp.
Lifetimes in repetition cues muscle-memory for self-discipline’s harp.
The questions queue answers in beat-boxes.
A hastened learning curve twangs to attune the twine.
You in the vowel, my consonant delight. The heart beats a flight.
In another life of delivered letters. Forwards a meter to foot the syllables on your path.
All the earthly in ancient swoon, sunshine the moon and back in your smile.
Upon my lips, it stays awhile. Sating to the shine of your ways, for always.
Above feeling and sensation.
In the place of repose.
In the melding of form to the soul’s reform. The one love that pervades, the universe’s fabric breathes to its cascades.
I enter my Lord’s house, with my bridled’s reflection, the triumph that trumpets, A union of divine circumspect. A devotion inflects.
Amidst the joy, the singing vessel howls a well of tears, a sacred lake in reverence, a river of light flows its deliverance. Time halts its constant march, offering the Moon’s reprieve from eternal parch. The winds spread to nature’s enchant, bowing to ripen and attune the tree of repose to a yearning branch.
This veil of separation, the distance sanctifying in-seams.
The breath in reparation, the soul reaching its light to the finite’s in-between.
Transcendental until manifest, like the spirit dweller upon the threshold, gently waiting to adore. Cosmic the longings implore.
Had of the cup of knowledge, sought and outpoured to healing’s flight and all manners betwixt in mystical rites. The inner temple to house and hearth the temporal toast, divinities in crowns hath not the glory of true reflection, than the accord of the love’s heartened renown.
A celestial profound, to anchor my smile in your surround of eternal resound.
Patience beckons its coast, like the waves merely hover like these words like a pilgrim’s traces.
Lit, the inner lamp yet reaches, heightened to your harmonies.
Like dew in the morning’s apparent adorn.
Asunder this night of form, if you could hear in my heart,
You would me as the shine in your eyes.
And like the sky and its horizon, the sunrise to my surmise.
A coat of quotes and passing poetry
"And as the seed waits eagerly watching for its flower and fruit.
Anxious its little soul looks out into the clear expanse
To see if hungry winds are abroad with their invisible array ;
So Man looks out in tree, and herb, and fish, and bird, and beast.
Collecting up the scattered portions of his immortal body.
Into the elemental forms of everything that grows.
He tries the sullen North wind, riding on its angry furrows,
The sultry South when the sun rises, and the angry East,
When the sun sets, and the clods harden, and the cattle stand,
Drooping, and the birds hide in their silent nests.
He stores his thoughts.
As in store-houses in his memory. He regulates the forms.
Of all beneath and all above, and in the gentle West Reposes where the sun's heat dwells.
He rises to the sun,
And to the planets of the night, and to the stars that gild.
The zodiacs, and the stars that sullen stand to North and South,
He touches the remotest pole, and in the centre weeps That Man should labour and sorrow, and learn and forget, and return.
To the dark valley whence he came, and begin his
Artwork and Poetry | William Blake