1979
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01 Rise My Soul, Writing Pen, Hersham, Surrey, Thursday, November 8th 1979
02 O World, Writing Pen, Hersham, Surrey, Thursday, November 8th 1979
03 William Blake, Writing Pen, Hersham, Surrey, Thursday, November 8th 1979
04 Dark Clouds, Writing Pen, Hersham, Surrey, Thursday, November 8th 1979
05 Divine Love, Writing Pen, Hersham, Surrey, Thursday, November 8th 1979
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Rise my soul, rise and awaken yourself
Leave the dark green pond where you rest
Spread your wings wide, then fly
Away to distant realms beyond the clouds
Where your creator reigns, where the sun shines
To give its never ending rays of life
Which bathe all tired souls of men
Swim, my soul, swim in the air
Gently across the ocean of gladness
Hold on to the majestic flying chariot
Upon which faith, hope and charity ride
Then recite the sweet words of perfection
As you progress along the way you chose
Which will take you to love itself
My soul, as you feel gladdened by the flight
And as you enjoy the never ending journey
Look closely at that beautifully coloured butterfly
The butterfly that often comes to your dream
Express your love to her and beyond, to all souls
So you may understand why love is an absolute strength
And why the Great Spirit places love in every soul
(Writing Pen) (H5/08/11/1979)
O World, my world
Stand and hear him the prophet of God
Who came, lived, and died among us
Resurrected and called the Son of God
See his gentle life, learn his noble teachings
Come to him and offer your discipleship
Then receive from him a revolutionary commandment
To overcome yourself, to change your evil ways
Come and see the vision of a new world
Where all men are brothers and love reigns
Where swords are turned into ploughshares and peace lives
Where killing, murder, and hatred will not be justified
And all life is always considered sacred
(Writing Pen) (H5/08/11/1979)
William saw with the eyes of a seer
And he uttered many prophetic words
About many things to come, which
He understood and was frightened of
How perverted human kind looked to William
Who alone forsook the evil ways
When kings of men and masters of slaves
Reigned on high above those that suffered
William sat and prayed in his struggle
Against those who sought not only to kill the body
But were also full of desire to destroy the soul
And against evil men who corrupted the spirit
No one listened to William, until he died
Defeated perhaps, but not conquered
(Writing Pen) (H5/08/11/1979)
The dark clouds sit reigning above us
Barring all contacts with the sun
Then slowly and gently those clouds descend
Changing, transforming into drops of water
Softly they trickle down my body
Caressing, wetting and cooling me
Unprotesting I let them come
As I tread on the hard concrete pavement
Yellow old leaves lie here and there
Thrown and flown by the autumn winds
Some are floating, half emerged in little pools
Created by watery crags on the pavement
Their faces look ancient and sad
Greeting the coming rain drops
O Leaves, old leaves
I have to see you dying, decaying, vanishing
Reminding me how powerless we all are
Against nature that nourishes and kill us
So long dying ones
May nature grant you a beautiful death!
(Writing Pen) (H5/08/11/1979)
When life was first created,
A place was prepared
To be a house with comfort and love
Where life can grow to live
And be born into existence
For nine months is life cared
Embraced by the most perfect love
Who smiles and nourishes life
On the day of its birth
Only love can nourish human life
With her milk and maternal affection
Only love will lay down her life, so life may live
And even to suffer death love is willing
For life is her only reason to exist
The very soul and blood of her being
When life cries at night in fear of darkness
Love will come to gently comfort him
And as life grows, love is there to be with
To smile when spoken to, and give when demanded
Love is the essence of life
The embodiment of all God's creation
(Writing Pen) (H5/08/11/1979)