Page 30 - GALIET ONEYOUME Mystic Poetry: On the Soul´s Journey to God IV
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Long Before the Raven Came
Long before the Raven came And burst the stars, moon and sun That turn my eyes
East of my heart
HE was
The early days of grass After the ice in the meadows died And fibred my soul
With the unwavering
O
Insular I was
Of windy moons
And gleaming stars Undulating silk from the sky
Azul of Lazuli Circular I fly
Around sixty-five knots of light
Below, above, beyond: Here!
O-crown O-breast O-sphere! Wide Beautiful Austere!
O her ovum her egg my ovo
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