Meditation Poem by Nero CaroZiv

Childhood, so often a meditation rose within me on long idle summer nights
Upon the lonely cow-house with black tint roof encircled by cactus bushes and an old red stone wall
The scene would appear to me in dimming flickering sights
With sedges clipping, climbing, grasping the hot red stones when at night the howling wild coyote call
The balmy citrus orchards would lend their intoxicating scent
As the evening closed on earth and the sun did descend


Perfect images invoked, in mystery thoughts 
Of calm pure child world dorm in its infinity of dreams and naught
That exalted by in under presence of holy aurora and Nature sounds and euphony 
The strong sense of Nature under its perfect holy harmony
And every time my head from that earthy beauty turned
My soul on hellish fire burned


My child days though remote being absent long,
Their forms of beauty and the summer afternoon wind song
As it was whitening the rippling leaves of heavy foliage have been to my soul calm and shy
As is a holy landscape to a religious man's eye:
And in lonely office hours, mid city roar and din
I have owed to them, In hours of weariness, sensations so rare and sweet in ways I never been


I had given my heart away to meadows and vast fields, under tyrannous hand what a boon!
An escape to the silvered waters of a bay that bore her bosom to the moon;
The winds that were howling and moaning at all day winter hours,
And were up-gathered then at houses walls like sleeping flowers;
For those precious moments of magic, for everything, I was in tune,
With the thorny sedges along cold hills of dunes 

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