AS THE DAWN COMES AND MAITREYA COMES, TOO

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                  
           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                    
          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
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