AS THE DAWN COMES AND MAITREYA COMES, TOO
May, it just drifted away on the wind;
April disappears like a poet’s dream.
Philosophers think of what is and what’s
becoming,
Mystics hear the blood in stone five miles
deep.
Shakespeare both thought and dreamed and
Mystics hear the blood in stone five miles
deep.
Shakespeare both thought and dreamed and
knew what is;
Ministers need lessons from the artist’s eye,
The seasons roll by inexorably –
Not one day can be slowed or hurried by.
The same is truth of youth and age and sight;
Rational understandings disappear;
Visions of dawn – best learned in endless
Ministers need lessons from the artist’s eye,
The seasons roll by inexorably –
Not one day can be slowed or hurried by.
The same is truth of youth and age and sight;
Rational understandings disappear;
Visions of dawn – best learned in endless
night,
And what you know, it’s best to keep it near:
As the dawn comes and Maitreya comes too,
My deepest heart-mind turns to
dreams of you.
(C)2017 by W.G. Milne
And what you know, it’s best to keep it near:
As the dawn comes and Maitreya comes too,
My deepest heart-mind turns to
dreams of you.
(C)2017 by W.G. Milne
