A Slight Wind Shakes The Seed-pods My

Passionate Grave Thought, Belief Enhanced, Ritual Returned And Magic.

There Must Be Real Gods See, The Painted Gods How Fair!

The Christos-image Is Most Difficult To Disentangle From Its Art-craft Junk-shop Paint-and-plaster Medieval Jumble Of Pain-worship And Death-symbol.

A Slight Wind Shakes The Seed-pods My Thoughts Are Spent As The Black Seeds.

O Beautiful White Land, Olives And Wild Anemone And Violet Mingled Among The Shale, And Purple Wings Of Little Winter-butterflies Say, Here Psyche, The Soul, Lies.