1
An ark on the river of heaven, I saw
Of golden sheaves woven, hope’s mighty craft,
Sails bejewelled, and brazen
Billowing saffron and carnelian
It fell at last, in garish fire,
drawn in by the beast of the sun.
2
She sees in apparition,
the pink-rosed fountain
of Universal Springs
Ceaseless it plunges and strikes up again,
The Waters of Worlds' Births
deathlessly renewed
3
She sees, pulsing in the dark
the universe again, ever refreshed
Hills and houses rising against dawn’s sky,
In the plains and fields, beasts on the hoof,
Turquoise bunting, fluttering in the breeze,
in a returned realm beneath the sun.
4
He sees laid out anew the plains of summer,
the holy crescent and the homes,
a light in the hall
when the night sails high
In the sacrosanct sky-
the horns, the lamp
and all of the stars
5
I see, swelling up again, the old world,
- warm as the womb
A green-leafed languor
of a bright late spring,
at eventide the promise of summer’s approach
The adorable mantle of the Eternal Being-
The world as it was
and will be again
6
On wings, and I see an island warm,
a bird, yellow plumed
and a white town
By a mountain great I see
myself and all other selves around
I see an end to fear,
I see a home of hope
7
I see a nighted world,
rising, most familiar
The shapes of dear things,
from the shadows ascending
I see a jewel of Puce in the sky
and I hear a voice
that I have always known
8
I see a garden,
damp and overgrown,
the heavy scent of generation around
I sense a pulse everliving within
I see a glass and in reflection,
See I
9
I see that other world
under time’s eye, far and near,
City dark, the granite and ground
From the Mind’s triple casement appear
10
I see the dome of sparkling stars,
life’s true water, incomparably blue,
I sense the violet cloud arise,
the endless story,
old and new.
11
Here I see, an ocean of life,
rising forever, from out the dark sea.
In cycles unending, breathing men and beasts,
as a pillar of wind on the morning air
12
Here I see a black watered pool
with a fire at its centre, blazing without fuel
Up in a whirling tower, worlds rise and fall,
as sparks against the pitch vault of night
13
Here, she speaks - blessed Mother of Wisdom
‘I am all that is, that was, that will be again be,
All that, though no selfish mind
Will pierce my shadow’
Reading this brought this man's photography to mind. I thought I would share
https://www.danballardphotography.com/landscape-travel-photography