Seen, not known, felt, not understood,
I stand on next mountain over,
one man who cannot help,
those who look not unto spirit.
When their end comes, they won't know,
lost all in clamor & false gaiety.
Our hope has still only found a few,
but it is most blessed, when we meet.+
Arms outstretched to sky in gratitude,
I see your serenity, disturbed by man,
yet its depth and surety is seen
by one who has also known such.
May the Great Spirit reveal the Mystery
I have sought all my life, and found.
1970, no greater experience before
or since all these years,+ in serenity.
--3/31/07
Autobiographical, poetic commentary emphasizing compassion,
ones search for truth &
that which cannot be found except from within…
Consider well the altruism found here (to the great chagrin of 'detractors').
©Copyright 2006-2022 by RK, Planetary Poet Laureate (of the end time)
Friday, May 25, 2007
The Great Serenity

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