Monday, February 02, 2009
The Beings Within--The Saint (poem)
1.
The Beings Within
The Saint
is mad for rapture.
She is always turning,
now this way, now that,
like a weather vane
longing for a secret current.
Her Sisters watch her in amazement.
She prays to be spared
such glorification,
but it does no good.
Her destiny is
bliss.
She must be cautious, or she may die
like that Renaissance Man,
"from an excess of joy."
I and my Beloved are one.
Some psychological systems see the self not as one unified persona but as a mixture of various personalities or character types. This series of poems, written several years ago, reflects that perspective.
