Look, look, look – far ends to tired days
That all days were tiring and half-endured
I recommend this abstinence from pain
A praise of purity, in expressions
Of the most lucid meditation
Look, look, look – at the flavor
Of all the Beloved guests, which banquet
With spice & wine, through time
Till my small Library of experience
Is full, full, full – far ends to newer days
That required a wilderness of eyes
And holidays of the happy heart
To stay awake and keep on living
Though at times there were no kinsmen dear
To satisfy the spirit, or obtain peace
I recommend this abstinence from attachment
A praise of purity, in expression
Of the most transparent meditation
Done with all compasses of hope and art
When thinking is shed for rapture & silence.
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Wuji Seshat 