Do not store in your brain useless information. Learn to unmind the mind. Unlearn whatever has been of no use to you. Then only can you fill your mind with divine thoughts.

So my last image was as the first. A sleeping youth cloaked in light$$$ who opened his eyes with a smile of recognition for someone who had never been a stranger.

When you betray somebody else$$$ you also betray yourself.

And as this creation itself is poetry$$$ so its creators were poets; and language was the instrument of their art.

Like a child from the womb$$$ like a ghost from the tomb$$$<br>I arise and unbuild it again.

Yes! all is past swift time has fled away$$$<br>Yet its swell pauses on my sickening mind;<br>How long will horror nerve this frame of clay?<br>I'm dead$$$ and lingers yet my soul behind.

You are now<br>In London$$$ that great sea$$$ whose ebb and flow<br>At once is deaf and loud$$$ and on the shore<br>Vomits its wrecks$$$ and still howls on for more.<br>Yet in its depth what treasures!

I bind the Sun's throne with a burning zone$$$<br>And the Moon's with a girdle of pearl;<br>The volcanoes are dim$$$ and the stars reel and swim$$$<br>When the whirlwinds my banner unfurl.

And in a mad trance<br>Strike with our spirit's knife<br>Invulnerable nothings<br>We decay<br>Like corpses in a charnel<br>Fear & Grief<br>Convulse is & consume us<br>Day by day<br>And cold hopes swarm<br>Like worms within<br>Our living clay.

I'm...like a poet hidden<br>In the light of thought Singing hymns unbidden$$$<br>Till the world is wrought<br>To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not.