View From Portofino Lighthouse - Poem by Stephen Loomes
Now let me sail upon the tide
And so let my boat words glide
The sea of meaning with the tale
Of Kings questing the Holy Grail
Last night as I awoke in bed
The clock-tower chimed four steps that led
Into the essence,
The Holy Grail evades us all
Before our self, 'however small
Attends to its self enthral.
My words should not a riddle be
The legend says your mind is three.
First a conscious eye, with which to see
Next a mind to set you free,
Or else it may a prison be.
Third a sense to make it real:
You see, you know, and then you feel!
Now the legend shall avail
A use of these which shall not fail.
For consciousness, a Holy Grail should be
A heart which feels, should honour mind
And mind in turn can never find,
The source of all it cannot see,
Which uses it, and says
I AM ME.
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