STONEHENGE POEM 2

There is a cool to the air that is very welcome after a sultry Summer. To work again!

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"He who conquers himself is the mightiest warrior." Confucius

The Fireplace

Upon the hearth three ancient men sat,

Brooding the depths of the World,

Upon the plinth they contemplated,

Thinking upon the secrets yet untold.

Before these three we sit day by day,

Remembering the philosophy of life,

For their wisdom in times of strife we pray,

To deliver us from our reality of rife.

There is no decision made untouching us,

For every step we take weaves a scene,

Unseen perhaps it grows determined muss,

A canker decaying our very internal being.

So here we sit we together once more,

You in your wisdom and I in my youth,

To learn from you is a toil and a chore,

For to understand your thought is to know the truth.

“If the radiance of a thousand suns were to burst at once into the sky, that would be like the splendour of the Mighty One... I am become Death, the Shatterer of Worlds.” The Bhagavad Gita