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Fantasia in Poetry and Prose

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I discovered a remarkable coincidence between the 14 novels that I wrote over the last 25 years and a poem that I had written in 2009 for an ecological arts project.

I recognized recently that the poem and the novels are closely correlated in their progression as if an underlying natural principle is expressed in both cases that gives them a similar characteristic.



The title of the poem is, Harvest is Seedtime. I will read the poem with titles of the novels interspersed. The first 12 novels are of the series, The Lodging for the Rose.




Harvest is Seedtime



Seeds, wind-blown

Carriers of a secret still unknown

Poems in the words of nature

Sentinels of an Intelligence yet unseen

Prophets of the enduring

Apostles in an endless landscape




Discovering Love



Seeds, wind-blown

Poems in the words of nature

Sentinels of an Intelligence yet unseen




Harvest is seedtime, thoughts ripening

Carried as by a great wind

Carriers of secrets to unfold

Thoughts winged with Purpose

A force waiting, silent

Patiently waiting for the moment




The Ice Age Challenge

Harvest is seedtime, thoughts ripening

Carried as by a great wind

Carriers of secrets to unfold




Thoughts do awaken

Roused by the moist warmth in spring

Cascades of colors, colors of life

Bright yellows, bursts of silver-white

Thoughts becoming creations

Monuments of genius, builders of worlds




Roses at Dawn in an Ice Age World



Cascades of colors, colors of life

Bright yellows, bursts of silver-white

Thoughts becoming creations




Who owns the seeds? Do we?

Who can fathom their wonder?

Life flows from them in great rivers

Rivers trailing into oceans

In them we are alone, each one is alone

Each thought is sovereign, beauty is its song




Winning Without Victory



Who owns the seeds? Do we?

Life flows from them in great rivers

Rivers trailing into oceans




Thoughts are seeds, becoming ideas

Alive in discovering

Alive in listening

Alive in being touched by love

Alive in loving

Alive...




Seascapes and Sand



Alive in listening

Alive in being touched by love

Alive in loving




Like seeds, thoughts fall to the ground

Potentials are lost

Hard grounds kill the precious

But we are Man

Hard ground becomes tilled, watered

The precious is nurtured in loving




The Flat Earth Society



Hard grounds kill the precious

But we are Man

Hard ground becomes tilled, watered




Love for one-another, the human spring

Mankind is afloat in a sea that is Love

Seeds germinate, become plants

Roots break the ground

Love lifts the barriers, patiently

Silently waiting, reaching for the sky




Glass Barriers



Roots break the ground

Love lifts the barriers, patiently

Silently waiting, reaching for the sky




Thoughts are the Universe unfolding

Landscapes of brilliance, ideas of power

Substance for enriching one-another

Substance of the forever maturing

Thoughts bearing new seeds within

Seeds for splendors beyond dreams




Coffee, Sex, and Biscuits



Landscapes of brilliance, ideas of power

Substance for enriching one-another

Substance of the forever maturing




Each harvest is seedtime

A seed becomes a plant bearing new seeds

A thought unfolding, bears up civilization

A spark in the heart, bears the 'fire' of life

New worlds are created in the 'fire' of passion

We are the bearers of a 'fire' that is light




Endless Horizons



A thought unfolding, bears up civilization

A spark in the heart, bears the 'fire' of life

New worlds are created in the 'fire' of passion




Builders of worlds are we

New Worlds, which have never been

Precious with riches grander than our own

Nature is Love reflected in loving

Love paints with the colors of its endless spring

Love paints us all - but who owns the seed?




Angels of Sex in Queensland



Precious with riches grander than our own

Nature is Love reflected in loving

Love paints with the colors of its endless spring




Who owns the cradle for the seed?

Name it Intelligence, name it the Universe

Thoughts are seeds from an infinite fountain

Monuments of grandeur of good

Fields of flowers dancing in the sunshine

All nature whispers this to us




Sword of Aquarius



Thoughts are seeds from an infinite fountain

Monuments of grandeur of good

Fields of flowers dancing in the sunshine




The melody of nature - what a song!

Whispers of a splendor grander than the heavens

Like seeds are we - we whisper too

Seeds bearing gifts for the world

Gifts wrapped up in sunshine

Gems are we - unfolding a majestic song!




Lu Mountain



Whispers of a splendor grander than the heavens

Like seeds are we - we whisper too

Seeds bearing gifts for the world




Listen to the song

Listen to the heart

Listen to the silence where strands of love unfold

Listen to the symphony of our humanity

In this symphony we are One

One with the Universe itself.




Flight Without Limits



Listen to the song

Listen to the heart

Listen to the silence where strands of love unfold




Brighter than the Sun



Listen to the symphony of our humanity

In this symphony we are One

One with the Universe itself.




Our world is what we make it to be. We inhabit this planet. We shape it. Our world gets brighter the more we let our potential unfold.

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