Deep night finds blossoming in dawn, where light
And shadow crystallise into a dream
Fit to enchant the dormant mind that might
Forever seek in vain to find a seam.
And is it with the day the mind begins,
Or is it that the mind begets the day
For light to rid the onion of its skins
And tinker with the clockwork in the clay?
Things change, things change beneath Eternity,
And when analysis shall have an end
What will remain? Beside a gallows-tree,
A victory banner floating on the wind.
THE PROCESS OF FREEDOM
Which are the thoughts that free you?
And which are those imprisoning you?
Which ones devour your waking hours?
And which new ones are you eating?
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The germ for this can be found at Freedom – A Condition Of The Human heart.
Wink at us slyly
While missing the obvious
Shut up they explain