Love Is The Absence Of Judgement - Dalai Lama Xiv
God rest you, and confer on me oblivion,
For that is my desire. Let tears be muffled
And so in wine be blended. Let the shuffle
Of this my fractured mind towards pavilions
Wide roofless to the skies, and teeming shadows
Of cloud and tempest, hail and thunder imprison
Within my head and lash into my face.
O I have lost the summer's sweet-drawn meadows
And gentler waters, arced by happy prisms,
And trees in fullest leaf, by leaf enlaced.
With passion have I loved, deep, unrestrained,
And given every bone with naught to gain ~
Save knowing that when I looked...