33.) In A Sky Of Glass The Ruby Labyrinth Seen . . .

In a sky of glass the ruby labyrinth seen --  

In the west and in the falling of the day.

Given to know the sword and to lift it there

Ways in open patterns split as doors turn

In the instant, they change, and re-form –

As the reflection in a pool quickly alters

By a stone thrown into it –

The stone in the pool is always same:

Its nature doesn’t alter

But reflective thought, by different ripples

Assembles differently, assumes a new name

And the picture in the mind’s water

Is almost new – All angled light changes

But even so I didn’t need to dig or delve

To look within to see what was there

It was there, of itself, and wherever room

In its own time would be seen and known

If it would – if it willed it to be so;

But what was written in my heart –

As the light moved upon its inner surface

That I copied down;

And I did not wait to understand or stare

I knew – and that, not of myself – that

This Life that through the ruby pattern runs

Opens its doors, and ways – aligns the heart

To hear – see a new vision, and the sun’s love.

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