Song 21

I came from death

I
Came
From
The
City

To
The red ship of life

Storming
Ascendant

Out
Of

A
Blazing
Golden
Sun

Beauty
Her ever glorious captain

Her
Sails
Bravely
Aflame

In

The
Yoga
Of
Her
Articulation

&
My
Poor
Laughing
Self

Knowing

I
Will
Never
Be
The
Same

22/6/12

Vision & ‘sayings’ affecting poem: ‘The Ship of Life’ as I saw the dark silhouette of a ship: either against, (or emerging from)… the backdrop of the Blazing Sun of the Self. (22/1/12) ‘I came to death, I came to the city’. (22/6/12) ‘You will never be the same again.’ 20/6/12 ‘The yoga of articulation.’ (22/6/12)

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