My bare thought, whetted as a sword, cut sheer
Through time and life and flesh and death, to clear
My way unto Nirvana.
My bare thought, whetted as a sword, cut sheer
Through time and life and flesh and death, to clear
My way unto Nirvana.
Brain rose again, ungloved,
Heart, dying, smiled and faintly said,
"My love to my beloved!
Motion stood dreaming he was changed to Rest,
And Life asleep did fancy he was Death.
Sweet Science, this large riddle read me plain:
How may the death of that dull insect be
The life of yon trim Shakespeare on the tree?
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© 2020 Inspirational Stories