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Monday, February 02, 2009

The Beings Within--The Saint (poem) 


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

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.

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