The pattern

                      Yessss, my sweetsom
                      it is
                      after all the pattern
                      in the waves
                      in the light
                      in the chaos of the vacuum,
                      it is the dance of the energy
                      that carries the core
                      of life and identity.

                      in the end it is the swirling format,
                      that persists,
                      a vortex, inviolate,
                      in the eternal now.

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 was sent an e-mail with the following fragment, and no references:

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 I shivered in love,
 In my joy I took wing.
 And lo, Pan, Pan!
 O Pan, Pan!  Who wanders the hills,
 From the snow covered peaks,
 From the vine dappled forest,
 Appear, O voice of the dances of Gods,
 So that you may be with me,
 And draw me full in,
 To the spontaneous dance
 Of the sacred and wild.
 For now I am longing
 And now I am ready,
 For the chorus.

                                Based on an Epidauros Hymn

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 Does anybody know an accurate reference for it?

 Anyway, it has inspired me to rewrite it,
 as it made me feel the way a sculptor feels when
 facing a piece of marble: that there is a shape there wanting to come out :).

 here goes my transcription:

 I trembled from love
 and joy gave me wings.
 And lo, Pan, Pan!
 Oh Pan,
 Pan, who roams the hills,
 the snow covered peaks
 and the shadowy forests
 Come forth,
 voice of the dance of Gods,
 be with me
 and pull me fully
 in the exuberant dance
 of the sacred and the wild.
 For now I yearn,
 and now I am ready
 for the chorus.
 
 
 
 
 

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A reply to
Message: a thought
Author: - Dartagnan MacRoth, Patron - currently online - send a
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Date: Jun 2, 1999 07:02

 There is no such thing as a painting that captures that which the painter
 wanted it to capture.
 Perfection does not exist.
 

And yet
 

 the act of creation
 is perfect in itself,
 poised
 on a web of infinite
 creative possibilities,
 before the dice fall

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On dreamlife

In sleep through visions runs a rapid stream
meandering the fields  of Morpheus
and brings ashore the debris of the dream.
Whispers of deeds and passions previous
in slumber come and bring felicity,
fears and regrets find easy access through
the lowered guard of reason and credulity.
Dream on brave man of acts and deeds come true
and plan a path your soul will not regret
when waking up to light of day it found
elusive fragments it could not forget
of images so limpid and profound.

The light of day all phantoms flee and shun
and  reason unimpeded has its run.

*********************************To my daughter on her birthday

 The loveliest of all
 was that day
 not so long ago
 it seems,
 that you  opened
 hazy baby   eyes
 on the world.
 Small fists clenched
 and a searching mouth,
 a live bundle of energy
 on my side,
 a reminder
 of the nine months
 of intimacy
 not to be shared
 again.

 may every cycling of the year
 bring you joy
 growth and creativity.
 May your heart fill with love
 and your path be smooth and easy.
 All blessings I have,
 I give unto you
 on this
 the day  we remember
 your birth.
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November 6, my son's birthday

Thirty three

 Is such a magic number,
 a lovely stepstone
 towards maturity,
 it obscures
 that only a thin
 time woven memory veil
 separates  us
 from the day of your birth,
 when, wearing
 a seraph's lovely visage,
 you stared at me
 in wonder.

 May this year bring you
 your heart's desire
 may your step be light
 and sure
 and your path lit clearly.

************************** Epithalamion

 Come,
 maidens of Egypt
 sweet voiced and fair
 let us sing the praises
 of the winsome bride
 the lovely Maya
 the weaver,
 dark eyed and dark haired
 daughter of Aphrodite
 so lithe her walk,
 so sweet her talk
 marrying
 the valiant captain
 HoremGed
 Come, young braves,
 and sing the praises
 of him
 who slew the lion in Nubia
 with one stroke
 who tied the tigers
 in a knot by the tails
 and ran victorious
 so strong
 so brave a man
 worthy partner for any woman.

 All together now.
 May they live and love
 long and fruitfully
 procreating,
 may Gaia reward them
 with her rich fruit
 dates and figs and olives
 and always give them
 a full jar of flour
 a full jar of oil
 a long and happy life.
On Maya's marriage in ancient sites

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On Maia'a birthday
 Maia, the good mother
 the midwife, the dame,

 May May
 Your birthmonth
 always bring you
 a flowering garden
 and a creative year

 May your name
 Maia ,Maya
 guide you through
 the mirages of the year

 may you enchant all
 with the magic of your wand.
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If there were no ocean
 where would the waves be?
 right next to the sound
 of one hand clapping
 and that solitary rose
 blossoming
 unseen in the desert