“The only challenge to the great contemporary civilisations is only a crude modern culture.”


I wish to make myself a bird
Flying above waters above their bed
Hearing not yearns, roars or neigh nigh
Where Dragons of Papa have flown not yet
To dance the great masquerade dance
And to make of the earth a hearth
To give it a warm chance.

Speaking to folks of white
Who dwell in the night
But tried to speak of light .
Knowing all the books and wealth,
But not love and health.
Knowing nature and it’s laws,
But not why the laws they once saw.
Above them I wish to fly and say, “hi”.