RITZ CARLTON HOTEL, BALI INDONESIA
In the heart of the Hills of Life, I know
Two springs that with unbroken flow
Forever pour their lucent streams
Into my soul’s far Lake of Dreams.
O Love, O Wife, thine eyes are they,
– My springs from out whose shining gray
Issue the sweet celestial streams
That feed my life’s bright Lake of Dreams.
N i g h t w i n d s ,
teach us to be
In winds, in silence,
t h e s e w o r d s , t h e s e s t a r s .
W e h a v e a s p l e n d i d g a r d e n ,
there are lots of flowers everywhere;
roses, and pinks, and four o’clocks
and hollyhocks, and evening stocks.
The pine trees toss him their cones with glee,
The flowers bend low in courtesy,
I w a l k d o w n t h e g a r d e n p a t h s ,
And all the daffodils
are blowing, and the bright blue squills.
I walk down the patterned garden-paths
in my brocaded gown
with my powdered hair and jewelled fan,
D o n ’ t o p e n y o u r s e l f t o m e ,
until I open myself to you,
not by history
events and things,
B u t h o l d i n g y o u r m i n d
in mine, mine in yours.
I shall fill my lap with roses
Gathered in the milky way,
Oh! what will she say!
He calls up the fog and hides the hills,
He whirls the wings of the great windmills,
Laughing, dancing, sunny wind,
Whistling, howling, rainy wind.
I will mix me a drink of stars –
Large stars with polychrome needles,
Small stars jetting maroon and crimson,
Cool, quiet, green stars.
I will tear them out of the sky,
And squeeze them over old silver cups,
Stars are our
wind and fire.
I w o u l d s i t i n a c o v e r e d b o a t ,
Rocking slowly to the narrow waves of a river,
While above us, an arc of moving lanterns,
Curved a bridge,
And died in a soft dripping of colored stars.
We would float between the high trestles,
And drift away from other boats,
Until the rockets flared soundless,
A n d t h e i r f a l l i n g s t a r s h u n g s i l e n t i n t h e s k y ,
N e a r w h e r e I l i v e t h e r e i s a l a k e
As blue as blue can be, winds make
It dance as they go blowing by.
I think it curtseys to the sky.
Mirror of mind. Glass without dust.
Clear your heart.
Bathe your eyes.
When I looked into your eyes,
I saw a garden
with peonies, and tinkling pagodas,
And round-arched bridges
Over still seas.
We took turns
Watching seagulls there
A tilted shore
Of ancient waves
And modern ships
Sparkling in a
and getting wet
Y o u a n d I w a s h i n g
In a crystal sunset.
Silence flows sweetly from your eyes.
The flower of faith opens in the dawn light.
Night of this joy, of these feelings.
Two clear souls afloat on the endless sea