Kit Kelen #1082 - a psalm (for ataraxia)

1082

a psalm

for ataraxia

in a garden

justice, all sorts

low flying

here are the words

run through a head

here is the track

set first to light

tether's end, is it?

sprightly, by path, sung up

this one praised and that applauded

someone summarily dispensed

clouds caught at my will

the garden is collected in books

a flower opens

all hearts must

sit truthfully to

ceremony and procession

all so too much seen

this world of all we are

here are the stars we took for night

here is the dew's still touch

up path

and sky revolve

let me be lost

and someone is calling

catch up with each other

so surpassed

seasons go silly here

stringed hymn

then shall we praise?

let light hold hearts

that we are sung to here