June 2012

 In the holy mountains of Macedonia,

I fell in love — once again,

                     with humanity,

        and the bright star of hope,

                     like Venus, rising in the evening sky.

For the life of humanity and the life of God,

                     are One,

       and God only exists,

                     as William Blake insists,

                               in existing beings and men.

And no being,

                     over eons of vibrant existence,

        has ever deviated,

                     as Zen Master Dogen says,

              under the green trees and eating home-made

              Macedonian bean soup,

                       from the true, pure path,

                              of holy enlightenment.

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