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They that have power to hurt and will do none,
That do not do the thing they most do show,
Who, moving others, are themselves as stone,
Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow,
They rightly do inherit heaven's graces
And husband nature's riches from expense;
They are the lords and owners of their faces,
Others but stewards of their excellence.
The summer's flower is to the summer sweet,
Though to itself it only live and die,
But if that flower with base infection meet,
The basest weed outbraves his dignity:
For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds;
Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds.
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God the Rock
God must love everything
I saw her hard as a rock,
a cosmic rock,
condensed to nothing —
all her radiance withdrawn —
reveling in a bottomless hole
where mighty light-swallowing Energy
was humming, sucking everything
into the dead-center
of her boundlessly fecundating heart.
How She must love everything
She became, has become and is becoming
as She showers and terminates her earth-shaking displays
to the ends of the blazing universe, eternally
and blissfully becoming and unbecoming—
A Photo of Snow at Sonoma (CA)
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