Sunday, March 25, 2007

Resurrection of the Heart




I cannot prove to you that God exists, but my work has proved empirically that the pattern of God exists in every man and that this pattern in the individual has at its disposal the greatest transforming energies of which life is capable. Find this pattern in your own individual self and life is transformed.
..........................................................................CG Jung



This blog has been writing itself for the last forty days. I did not know what I would write from one day to the next, yet somehow the ideas and the words found themselves. This will be the last entry for a while.


On the anniversary of the heart attack last November, I asked my brother and sister-in-law to go do to dinner with me. My sister-in-law was adamant that she would not go to dinner to celebrate a heart attack. Instead, we went to dinner and celebrated what we called the Resurrection of the Heart. By some strange paradox, the wounding my heart has opened me up to the World.


When I began the first blog, I had no idea where it would lead, other than I slowly wanted to work through the drawings I had done after the heart attack. The drawings were done as a means of emotional relief; I had no idea at the time that they were also portraying an ancient underlying alchemical process of transformation. I have been amazed by the journey.


Before the heart attack, before the drawings, I was skeptical about people’s experience of God, and believed the World was only what we could perceive and describe in scientific terms.


Now, I know there is some mysterious, irrational presence in the Universe that influences us from a dimension that we do not have a direct perception of. Call it what you may: It is the Twilight Zone, the Spirit World, the Collective Unconscious, the Tao, the Un-Nameable.
..
.
.
.
.



Top Blogs


Blog Directory


Saturday, March 24, 2007

Global Fever


Suddenly, from behind the rim of the moon, in long, slow-motion moments of immense majesty, there emerges a sparkling blue and white jewel, a light, delicate sky-blue sphere laced with slowly swirling veils of white, rising gradually like a small pearl in a thick sea of black mystery. It takes more than a moment to fully realize this is Earth . . . home. My view of our planet was a glimpse of divinity.
................................................
..................................... . .. ........................Edgar Mitchell, Apollo 14

. .
.
Carl Jung experienced a massive heart attack in 1944, at the age of sixty-nine. In his near death experience, he saw the earth from 1000 miles above, in a “gloriously blue light.” After his heart attack, he wrote much more directly about what he thought and what he believed.


Since the heart attack, I experience more and more clearly and painfully that the institutions I work with on a daily basis with are not compassionate systems. The Court System is far more concerned with inflexible justice than with individual circumstances and mercy; the Correctional System similarly is overwhelmingly concerned about punishment rather than rehabilitation. The psychiatric unit at the hospital routinely drugs people having religious experiences.


What is missing from these systems is a sense of the Feminine and a sense of the Sacred; this is heart failure on a massive scale.


The whole planet is threatened by global warming, a reflection of the current state of unconsciousness. Perhaps this wound to the Earth, the sacred ground will live on, will bring about an awakening on a global scale.


Non nobis solum sed toti mundo nati.

Not for ourselves, but for the whole world we were born.
.
.
.

Friday, March 23, 2007

Heat and Energy




Know the active, the masculine
Yet keep to the passive, the feminine,
Being the entrance of the world
You embrace harmony
And become as a newborn.


.................................Tao to Ching Chapter 28


At the beginning of June, seven months after the heart attack, I essentially finished the last drawing in the series I had done after heart attack.


Through the process, I had found emotional release and comfort. I re-discovered the world of alchemy, which now seemed as if it had something very important and forgotten wisdom to convey. Similarly, the Tao Te Ching, an ancient Chinese book of wisdom, also connected with me on a much deeper level


The snow had melted in Fairbanks, the trees were green, and the outside world was beckoning. It was time to plant flowers, fix up the cave, walk the labyrinth.

The process was far from over, but now there were both masculine and feminine energy working together.
.
.
.

Thursday, March 22, 2007

Cooking

.
The Valley Spirit never dies
It is named the Mysterious Female.
Her gateway is the root of heaven and earth.
It is like a veil barely seen. Use it; it will never fail.


.........................................Tao Te Ching, Chapter 6



When this drawing was completed, it suddenly reminded me of alchemy, of pictures I had seen of alchemical processes being contained in egg-shaped flasks. It was at this time that I started reading about psychological processes and alchemy.


In looking at it now from an alchemical perspective, something is cooking in front of the lunar light. Similar to the earlier drawing of the pelican on the red-hot buoy, the green forces were protecting and cooling the situation.


Jungians talk a lot about the Anima, the personification of the inner Feminine, the soul within the man. It is an “animating” force, the principle of receptivity, of relatedness, of compassion.


Was this Anima leaving my body, or was it manifesting itself?

.
.
.
.

Wednesday, March 21, 2007

River

. .

..........Water – of all things indeed most divine.
..........Water gives life to the ten thousand things and does not strive.
..........It flows in places men reject and so is like the Tao.
..........In dwelling, be close to the land,
..........In meditation, go deep in the Heart.
.
....................Tao Te Ching Chapter 8
.
.
.
A friend looked at this drawing and said he felt sad for the person frozen in the ice.
.
.
I remember feeling some optimism when I made the image; to me, the person’s head was next to the Water of Life, and the process of thawing had begun. The river flowed out of a dark, mysterious place.
.
.

The alchemists talk about ”whitening”, a lunar process of purification, giving the body back its soul. Some of the alchemical writings eerily describe aspects of the drawing:
.
.
..........Take the whiteness and dismiss the darkness…
..........Until it looks like a naked sword, and make by whitening
...............the body as white as snow..
..........The full mooon of the white re-birth.
.
.
.

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

Window


.
He who looks outside, dreams, he who looks inside. awakens.

Carl Jung


After each hospital surgery, I found myself singing the Carole King song, Sometimes I wonder if I am ever going to make it home again. All I wanted to do from the hospital was to make it home to my bed and look out the window.


Even though in May it was beginning to turn green in Alaska, I found my view of the external world blocked by the anxieties and images of the internal world. For the previous six months, I was much more fatigued and passive than I had ever been in my life; I looked forward every day to lying in bed.


My sister saw this drawing and feared I was lying in a coffin, preparing for death. Stan Marlan, the alchemical Jungian analyst mentioned earlier, looked at the image and saw the Black Sun, an archetypal symbol of darkness and transformation.



When I look at the drawing now, I understand that there has been has been a psychological eclipse.

.
.

Monday, March 19, 2007

Landscape of the Heart


A defeat for the ego is a victory for the Self.
.
Carl Jung, Collected Works
.
.
.
When I drew this landcape, I thought I was drawing an image of where I needed to go. It could just as well be an image of where I had been. Were those black shapes punctures of the body from the stent procedures?


With every surgery, I had to give up any sense of control over my fate. It was a humbling experience.


With the heart attack, I lost any sense of entitlement I had to life or to a future. At the same time, I gained a sense of deep gratitude for the life I still had.


Are those shark fins in the water?
Am I glad I am standing on the green earth!
.
.
.

Sunday, March 18, 2007

Pelican

.

When our hearts are closed, we live within a shell. To extend the egg metaphor: the shell needs to be broken open if the life within it is to enter into full life. What we need is a "hatching of the heart” -- the opening of the self to God, the sacred….

Marcus J Borg, The Heart of Christianity

.

When my father died sixteen years ago, I went with a friend to a beach near San Francisco. It was very soothing to watch the pelicans as they glided right above the waves.


In my quest to understand these images, I talked last week with Stan Marlan, a Jungian analyst who writes about alchemy. He spoke of the pelican as an alchemical symbol of renewal, of the pelican's part in an alchemical stage having to do with breaking open the outer shell to reveal the inner person. In the times of alchemy, the pelican was seen as digging into its own heart to provide nourishment for the young, an act of self-sacrifice.

.

He also talked about how it was critically important for the alchemist to regulate the heat of the process. Clearly, this pelican was being heated; the green behind the pelican was cooling the process off, protecting him.


When I made the drawing, I was only thinking of how much I liked pelicans.

.

.

Saturday, March 17, 2007

The Great Cackler


The ancient Egyptians imagined that in the beginning the universe was nothing more than a vast ocean. …It completely filled the universe… The World was said to have originated in a cosmic egg that had been laid by the celestial goose, which had first broken the silence of the world and was called the Great Cackler. This egg, laid upon a primeval hill, contained the bird of light, Re.

Archives of Archetypal Symbolism, The God Thoth as an Ibis
.
.
.
This was the first drawing made with perspective: was I finally getting a perspective on things? Had my red tears from an earlier drawing turned into red eggs?
.
.

I continue to be surprised by at how helpful the alchemical viewpoint is in the way it adds the dimensions of history and mythology to psychological processes. I had never heard of the Great Cackler until yesterday, yet somehow hearing this myth about cosmic eggs laid in an immense ocean by a cackling goose makes me feel connected to something bigger, and makes me laugh at the same time.
.
.
Jungians and alchemists get excited about the symbolic nature of numbers. So why seven eggs? Seven days in a week? The moon, with four lunar cycles of seven days each? The seven islands of Atlantis? The seven chakras?
.
.

However you count them, there do seem be a lot of eggs. Perhaps something was about to hatch?
.
..

Friday, March 16, 2007

Cracking the Egg


The egg is a germ of life with a lofty symbolical significance. It is not just a cosmogonic symbol -- it is also a "philosophical one". As the former it is the Orphic Egg, the world's beginning; as the latter, the philosphical egg of the medieval natural philosphers, the vessel from which, at the end of the opus alchymicum, the homunculus emerges... the spiritual, inner, and complete man.
.
Jung, Archetypes of the Collective Unconscious
.
.
.
When I first was in college, in a used book store in an out-of-the-way place, I came across a thick, black book titled, The Archetypes of the Collective Unconscious. I had absolutely no idea what the title meant, nor had I heard of Carl Jung except in passing, but it sure felt like I should purchase the book. After buying it, I found the ideas in the book and Jung's way of writing very hard to understand.
.
..
.
When I read this passage in Jung’s book last night, forty years after I bought it, it gave me goose bumps.
. .
. .
It doesn’t take an alchemist to recognize that the drawing an egg is a symbol of hope, of new beginnings. Somehow, though, Jung and the alchemists added an ancient dimension to the idea of the egg for me, one that deepened my sense of connection with them.
..
..
In this out-of-the-way bookstore I had my first close encounter with the ideas of Jung. Perhaps the Archetypes of the Collective Unconscious had appeared out of The Twilight Zone.
.
.
.

Thursday, March 15, 2007

Opposing Forces



To the extent that I managed to translate emotions into images – that is to say, the find the images which are concealed in the emotions – I was inwardly calmed and reassured.

Jung, in Memories, Dreams, and Reflections
.
.

.
Though I was calmer after making this drawing, I felt that I was in a precarious position and close to the Edge, that there was a question of whether my spirit would be rescued by the Pelican of Hope, or devoured by the Shark of Doom.



The alchemists would see this drawing in a little different light, that the image was dealing with the “Union of Opposites” and with the idea of finding the right balance. Problematic opposites included Water and Fire, Heaven and Earth, Masculine and Feminine, Spirit and Instinct. It was very important for these alchemists to obtain the right balance: unwary alchemists have been known to have been devoured by sharks.


A year later, as I look closely at the drawing, the pelican does seem to have an edge.

.

.

Wednesday, March 14, 2007

Shark Attack





The cure for suffering… is not to be submerged in unconsciousness, but to be raised to consciousness and suffer more. The evil of suffering is cured by more suffering, by higher suffering…. Do not close your eyes to the agonizing Sphinx, but look her in the face, and let her seize you in the mouth, and crunch you with her hundred thousand poisonous teeth, and swallow you.

Miquel de Unamuno, The Tragic Sense of Life
(cited in The Black Sun, by Stanton Marlan)

.

.
When I returned home in late February, I received the report from the Mayo Clinic. I found out that I had “severe bi-atrial enlargement”, that two of the chambers of my heart were now more than twice as large as normal. This sounded ominous to me. Once again I was scared for my life.


I had never been able to find reassurance in optimistic clich├ęs, such as “It is always darkest….. just before dawn.” This always seemed to me to be some kind of Pollyannish self-talk that denied reality.


No, better to look Reality in the face, and have no false expectations that things will get better:


It is always darkest…. just before it gets pitch black.

.


.

Tuesday, March 13, 2007

The Eye




In a dark time the eye begins to see...

Theodore Roethke

.
.

It was hard to look past the problems of my heart. The beginning of the "eye-dea" with the drawing was to have a heart in the pupil of an eye. As has happened with all of the drawings, it took on a life of its own.


My wife tells me that it looks like the Eye of Ra, and that one does not want to Eye of God to look directly at you.


In ancient Egypt, the Eye of Ra was the eye of a peregrine falcon, both a symbol of safety and protection, and an image of a powerful destructive force linked with the fierce heat of the sun. Humanity was born of the tears of Ra:





Some kind of bird's eye had clearly been drawn. It evoked in me an intense feeling of scrutiny by some Being in another world. Is my Unconscious punningly alluding to some "Close Encounter of the Bird Kind?"



Or is this drawing about consciousness, about opening one's Eye to the World?

.

..

.

Monday, March 12, 2007

Four

.
.

The Four-Chambered Heart

My heart is open
My heart is clear
My heart is full
My heart is strong


Adapted from The Four-Fold Way , by Angeles Arrien
.
.
.
The good news from the Mayo Clinic was that my “functional capacity”, the ability of the heart to pump blood, was excellent.


The bad news was that there was no improvement in the heart ejection fraction; the heart was still operating at half of its previous functioning.


I was able to focus on the good news. My mood was improving. I thought of home, and drew an EKG sunrise over the Tanana Valley and Alaska Range.


Unconsciously, once again, the theme of four and a circle emerged.
.
.
.

Sunday, March 11, 2007

Spark

.
.
I am a star which goes with thee and shines out of the depths.

Mithraic saying, 600 B.C.
.
.

In early February 2006, three months after the heart attack, I was scheduled to fly to the Mayo clinic in Minnesota; I was very concerned about the outcome of the testing that was to be done there. I didn’t know if I would need heart bypass surgery. I didn’t know if I was going into congestive heart failure. I didn’t know if I would return to Fairbanks.


After completing this drawing at the end of January, I feared it might be my last one. I thought, My light is fading.
.
.
Much later, as I tried to understand the symbolism of the drawing and came across this quotation about the Mithraic star, the Web told me that the Mithraic view preceded Christianity, that Mithras was said to have been born on December 25, and that the Vatican was built on a Mithraic site.
.

.
Instead of a fading light, I had drawn an ancient image of the Spirit, a Divine Spark within each of us.

.
.
.

Saturday, March 10, 2007

Drunken Monkey

. .

.

The mind is like a drunken monkey stung by a bee.
.
Buddhist saying
.
.
With all the irregular heart rhythms, the strange whooshing and swooshing of my heart, the fear of another heart attack, it was difficult not to be worried all the time. I feared that that my anxiety would make things worse for my heart, yet the anxiety was constantly present.


Several weeks after the heart attack, I took up meditation; I had difficult sitting still. I added chanting to the meditation, trying to resonate deep and healing sounds around my heart area. I worked at visualization, relaxing and seeing my heart as healthy and strong. I repeated over and over to myself, “My heart and arteries are soft and open.”


In late January, I sat down at the computer to draw and to my surprise, the image was a peaceful one.


Finally, the Drunken Monkey had calmed down.


Friday, March 9, 2007

Surprising Sun


.


One of Jung’s major discoveries is the psychological significance of the number four as it relates to the symbolism of psychic wholeness.... Images that emphasize a circle with the additional feature of a quaternity represent the Self.

Edward Edinger, Ego and Archetype
.



My wife returned, the days lengthened, the sun came out, and my spirits lifted. I vividly remember this day in mid-January, the first day when I felt some kind of hope:
.

A surprising sun
Rising in a cold blue sky
Lightens the birches
.

.

When I looked at the drawing I made, it was the first one that depicted an external reality, and I assumed that it meant I had finally been able to return more to the outside world.



Now, more than a year later, the drawing takes on an alchemical significance.



Out of the blue, I had chosen to draw four lines and a circle.


.

Thursday, March 8, 2007

Red Sea


Alchemists used the image of the Red Sea….
The Red Sea is the totality of the psyche, the agent of solutio that the ego must encounter on the way to individuation.

Edward Edinger, Anatomy of the Psyche

.
.

I started feeling waves of sadness and grief when my wife had to leave Fairbanks for several days. The weather in Fairbanks in early January was well below zero, and it was still dark most of the time. It felt like Hell had frozen over.


When I started drawing, I started crying. I convinced myself that all was lost, that I had lost my health, my vitality, my future. It felt as if the waves of tears would never end.



When I made this drawing (and the others), I knew very little about the depths of alchemy; it seemed to me to be an obscure and confusing part of Jungian psychology.


I was drawing what wanted to be drawn, and assumed that the drawing was just a form of emotional release. Now, in reviewing these drawings more than a year later, I am amazed at the parallels between the drawings and the process of alchemical transformation.


Perhaps there is something to the Spirit World after all.

.
.

Wednesday, March 7, 2007

Ejection Fraction

.
.


To this day "God" is the name by which I designate all things which cross my willful path violently and recklessly, all things which upset my subjective views, plans and intentions, and change the course of my life for better or for worse.

Carl Jung, 1955


There was nothing my will could do to stop the flow of despair that surrounded me after the heart attack.


I was told that as a result of damage to the heart, I had a 50% reduction in the capacity of my heart to pump blood efficiently, the “ejection fraction” of the heart. This resulted in frequent sensations of some kind of internal backflow in the heart, a very disquieting whooshing and swooshing. Similar to the perception of the PVC’s, these sensations triggered anxiety, and I assumed that another heart attack was imminent.


The only activity that brought relief was doing these drawings; after each completion of a drawing, I felt as if some burden had been lifted, something had been changed within. They didn’t do a hell of a lot for improving the ejection fraction, but they improved my spirits.


This is not what I had planned for my life.
.
.

Tuesday, March 6, 2007

Lightning


.
This life of separateness may be compared to a dream, a phantasm, a bubble, a shadow, a drop of dew, a flash of lightning.

Buddha -480 B.C.
.
.

Of all the similes that convey the heart attack experience, to me it was what I imagined it would be like to be struck by lightning. It is sudden, it is intense, and it is absolutely frightening.


Being struck by the heart attack demolished any illusions that I was in control of my future, and provided overwhelming evidence that there were forces that could eradicate me in a flash. After the heart attack, I constantly missed the illusion that my future extended indefinitely, and the illusion that the world was a safe place.


The heart attack increased my feeling of separateness. I felt isolated; the rest of the world was going on as usual, and I was left lying in bed, looking out the window, trying to come to grips with what had happened. I could resign myself to my own death, but not to leaving my wife and child alone.


Trying to think that I was One with the Universe was no solace at all; this was just another philosophical Hakuna Matata: Don’t worry, be enlightened.


A flash of lightning split my Universe.

.

Monday, March 5, 2007

Alchemical Fire


.
I will turn my hand against you.
I will smelt away your dross in the furnace.
I will remove all the base metal from you.

Isaiah I: 26


In alchemy, the fire purifies…

Carl Jung, in Psychology and Alchemy
.
.
Shortly after I finished this image that needed to be drawn, I interpreted the flames as trauma and anger, and the smoke as depression. Even with many years of psychological practice, I assumed that what needed to be healed was my body, and perhaps my emotions.


It is only in reviewing the images a year later that I understand that there was an intense psychological process going on, a transformational process.


After a dream in 1926, Jung had the brilliant recognition that alchemy was a metaphor for psychological and spiritual development. Alchemy, at the time he wrote about it, was regarded as a useless quest to turn base metal into gold; Jung saw alchemy as a parallel for turning the base metal of human existence into something more eternal and lasting.


While the heart attack burned me, dealing with its aftermath transformed me, purified me in some way. Afterwards, I was less caught up in the base life of my everyday existence; my attention turned much more frequently to spiritual matters, and at the same time I was on the road of being more understanding and compassionate for my fellow travelers in this life.


My ego was being burnt to a crisp, and something had to change.
.

..

.

.

Sunday, March 4, 2007

Emotions of the Wounded Heart

.
.
.
We connect with each other through our wounds.

Rachel Naomi Remen
.
.
.
.

There are so many swirling emotions after surviving a heart attack:


.....................Relief at survival --
.....................Disbelief that it happened --
.....................Fear of the future --
.....................Grief for everything that was lost --
.................... Gratitude to those who helped --
.....................Vulnerability to the world--



There was no solid ground to stand on. I was weak from the injury; I didn’t know whether I would wake up each morning, I didn’t know if I would ever make it home.


It is as if I have crossed the River Styx to the Underworld, and have been temporarily allowed to return to the land of the living. While the journey has been Hellish, at the same time I have been given something important -- an increased compassion for the wounded, compassion for all those who have to cross the River Styx.


While the heart attack broken my heart, it has also opened my heart.

.

.

.

Saturday, March 3, 2007

Kayaking the Unconscious

.
.
In dreams and fantasies the sea or a large expanse of water signifies the Unconscious….The sea is the favorite symbol for the Unconscious, the mother of all that lives.
..
Man's task is to become conscious of the contents
that press upward from the Unconscious.

C.J. Jung
.
.

My favorite activity in my youth was kayak surfing in the ocean. Being carried away by a wave is a wonderful feeling, an ecstatic letting go, a merging with the world.


After the heart attack, I was (metaphorically) kayak surfing in much bigger water. I was being overwhelmed by unconscious forces; I was in conditions way over my head. I felt I could be crushed at anytime, thrown into chaos, drowned.


The one time I kayaked in huge waves, I was scared to death. While my mind was racing with fear, my body instinctively kept the kayak stable and brought me safely home. It became a matter of trusting my instincts.


After the heart attack, I cried almost every day for months, caught in waves of despair, caught in overwhelming feelings of grief and loss. I somehow trusted that if I let my feelings be, let them into consciousness, that they would eventually right themselves.


There
are still waves of emotions I have to ride, but they are usually not larger than the boat. .
.
.

Friday, March 2, 2007

EKGs and PVCs



The fear of death is more to be dreaded than death itself.

Publilius Syrus (~100 B.C.) Maxims

.
\
Something about my heartbeat didn’t feel the same, didn’t feel right. When I attended the cardiac rehabilitation program at Fairbanks Memorial Hospital, the EKG monitor showed some marked downward spikes several times a minute, just after I felt some kind of missed drum beat in my heart. I had lain awake at night, worrying what these missed beats meant, waiting for the next one.


As a result of the changes in the heart, I now had frequent “pre-ventricular contractions” -–the heart rhythm was sometimes out of sequence, particularly when I exercised hard.


There is something about the heart beating irregularly that is a fragmenting experience, that throws one into a state of anxiety. Clearly, the anxious mind thinks, this skipping in my heart must mean I am about to die, or have another heart attack.


I was told by the cardiac nurse, who had never experienced PVCS, not to worry about them, that the electrical signal for the heart was finding a new path through the scarred tissue, and this was causing the pre-ventricular contractions. Right, Hakuna Matata... Don't worry, be happy. It took months to get used to this new off-beat rhythm in my heart.

Apparently though, irregular heartbeats don’t always mean that one is going to die. Hakuna Matata, indeed.
.
.
.

Thursday, March 1, 2007

Green Forces

.
.
........The force that through the green fuse drives the flower

........Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees
........Is my destroyer…

................Dylan Thomas, 1933


After a heart attack, the longer the heart muscle cells have been without oxygen, the more of them die. These cells do not regenerate; they form scar tissue in the heart and change the electrical pattern of the heartbeat. The heart enlarges, sometimes too much, in an attempt to compensate for the reduction in pumping efficiency. These changes are not something that can be reversed, that can be "cured."


Of all the books I read after the heart attack, the author that spoke the most clearly and compassionately to me was Dr. Rachel Naomi Remen, a physician who has survived Crohn’s Disease for fifty years and teaches other physicians about the emotional and spiritual side of healing:

.
. .

Curing happens at the level of the body, and it requires expertise.
Healing is what happens at the level of the whole person.
.
.
I have been humbled and awe-struck by the unconscious forces that have been unleashed by this heart attack.
.
.

Where do these drawings come from?
Where do these dreams come from?
Where does this healing come from?
.
.
.
The Force that through the Green Fuse Drives the Flower
by Dylan Thomas

The force that through the green fuse drives the flower
Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees
Is my destroyer.
And I am dumb to tell the crooked rose
My youth is bent by the same wintry fever.
.
The force that drives the water through the rocks
Drives my red blood; that dries the mouthing streams
Turns mine to wax.
And I am dumb to mouth unto my veins
How at the mountain spring the same mouth sucks.
.
The hand that whirls the water in the pool
Stirs the quicksand; that ropes the blowing wind
Hauls my shroud sail.
And I am dumb to tell the hanging man
How of my clay is made the hangman's lime.
.
The lips of time leech to the fountain head;
Love drips and gathers, but the fallen blood
Shall calm her sores.
And I am dumb to tell a weather's wind
How time has ticked a heaven round the stars.
.
And I am dumb to tell the lover's tomb
How at my sheet goes the same crooked worm.
.
.
.

My Zimbio
Top Stories