# Often

- Link: https://mohammadjazim.blog/2021/02/21/often/
- Published: 2021-02-21T06:37:30+05:30
- Author: Mohammad Jazim

As if it was a scene made-up by my mind, 
that is not mine, but is a made place 
in my mind,

that is mine, it is so near to the heart, 
an eternal pasture folded in all thought
so that there is a hall there in

that is a made place, created by light 
where from the shadows that are forms fall.

Wherefrom fall all architectures I am
I say are likenesses of the First Beloved 
whose flowers are flames lit to the Lady.

She it is Queen Under The Hill
whose hosts are a disturbance of words within words
that is a field folded.

It is only a dream of the grass blowing   
east against the source of the sunin 
an hour before the sun’s going down

whose secret we see in a children’s game   
of ring a round of roses told.

Often I am permitted to return to a meadow   
as if it were a given property of 
the mind   that certain bounds hold against chaos,

that is a place of first permission, 
everlasting omen of what is.

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