No Evil
There is no evil in the world but in man's heart and will and mind
There is no evil for the moralist to find.
Good and bad is but futility
in Nature's neutrality
There is no evil in the eagle's plan
There only evil in the will of man.

There is no evil in the world but in man's mind and heart and will
There is no evil in the sea moving or still.
The finger posts to good and bad
exist but in the human head.
There is no evil in things disastrous
There is only evil in the minds of us.

There is no evil in the world but in man's mind and will and heart
There is no evil in the wind that tears man's home apart.
Evil is but in man's intent
Evil is man, hell-ward bent.
There is no evil in the sting of the bee
There is only evil in the heart of me.

Nothing is All
To know that the pearl of great price
is but the Nothingness within yourself
is to approach the centre of wisdom
health and love

Seeking neither wisdom, health nor love
but only nothingness within yourself
you may stumble across the trinity which is
wisdom, health and love.

Just Dreaming?
I wakened from a dream (and yet it seemed i slept)
I watched a twinkling star...
Now do I know where undremt dreams are kept
I now know where they are.
Each comes a-twinkle on a starlit beam
and every twinkle is a new made-dream,
and all the fairies, imps, elves it seems
weave in the stars the warp and weft of dreams.

And who inspires the fairies at their loom?
It is her majesty the moon -
she is
the managing director of the high factories
of our sleep-bound fantasies;
She climbs above the houses, and the kirk, it
is her round; her hightly circuit
She shines not only down to sheen the new-stooked hay
she looks towards the stars where fairies work, and play.
She shines not only on the placid river heads where salmon spawn
but also in the stars where goblin, elf and faun
work on; And every dream is made with elfin hands
in starry factory within moonlit wands.

Man - cling not to earth, you cannot leave too soon
Go outward to the stars and to the moon;
Yet travel not from stations where man's spaceships are,
just hop upon a twinkle of a star.

You dreams will bring you back; 'twas just a holiday
and in that time you may learn - what you may.