Date: Mon, 20 Oct 1997 11:44:47 -0500 (CDT)
From: "N. Paris" <nparis-AT-blue.weeg.uiowa.edu>
Subject: Sita of Troy (Babu's Flight)  



Sita of Troy (Babu's Flight)

The gentle pain of Divine humor
changing leaves 
of the Oak on the hill
the challenge in the dark night of the soul
it is not the light that is 
being sought
it is self evident
it is the veil to be
removed
that must be acted upon
it must be out rooted by something deeper.

Mental Transcriptions of energies that move
not known
Mind is the action
not the holding shoe
a well worn device for treading on the path
not of our making
self importance means nothing 
as an ego
self image falls away

The forms cannot stand in thy prescence
the sacrifice itself expands and ...
nothing is lost
only new discoveries by the power of the eternal
manifesting a narrowness of being not an ocean
drop
into itself

Listening in the silence
alone
I remember the images of galaxies
little spirals of millions of years 
spread like spilled sand

they are just the distant shore
of worlds that are no more

I have stood on the shores of an ancient ocean
revealed as the hillside slipped away
down toward the river
wildflowers as far as the eye could see
were the light to my sleeping dream

they are just the distant shore
of worlds that are no more

the white snow and black trunks
in the moonlight of the of winter
Human beings gone for weeks 
in the owl's call
the blue jay's chase
the orange cloud across the dusk 
distant

they are just the distant shore
of worlds that are no more

No one I knew remembered I was gone
Yet I never felt alone now 
I see 
she was always there
for me
in my solitude without a name
my visions in the night or day
that came in a flash or a voice
a memory preexistent views
to worlds invisible

they are just the distant shore
of worlds that are no more

I used to find death a friend 
its impetus profound
and humility, sincerity
well spring for compassion abounds
in the solitude of my mind's reception
echoes 

they are just the distant shore
of worlds that are no more
the bliss resplendent dream 
of the golden light supreme

Sterling Hart
nparis-AT-blue.weeg.uiowa.edu
tejas-AT-avalon.net