Granite Island ’72

O shapeless eternal tangible void resounding everlasting battle of time

Hands reaching out and clasping clay unveiling life in a smooth caress

mould Life from Death and pull away

Weeping woman – is not beauty the breath of God – Life His Spirit and Love His Soul ?

When His essence –  arouses such passion then weep no more

 – for in Him you found His Soul, for of Him

– the beauty which surrounds, you immersed yourself within.

 His arms enfolded you when when you gave yourself to Him.

His essence caressed with soothing feel

breathed into you a compelling  whisper of Love,


      Now you are self less – you are One




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