I found a poem in that conversation.
It was not buried deep in the soil
of my brain.......it just popped-out
really with some juxtapositioning
from one word really of that movie
enabling this mental-scrawling and
stretching across the years, reaching
upwards to those luminous lights
which have been there since the ï¿½50s.
With new, wonderful configurations
I embellished the movieï¿½s meaning,
gave it a fresh grace, even a splendour
deriving from the power of thought
alone and its dazzling rays, strange
really, the whole process, like some
godlike impulses radiating perhaps.
And yet, I still drift on the wings of
passion and vain desire striving to
obtain more and more of the arts of
living and civilization using senses
and faculties devoted to the service
of the general good and those many
safe strongholds and multitudes of
knowledgeï¿½s impregnable fortresses.(1)
(1) This poem was born from two sources: (a) Jessica Wilkinsonï¿½s poem ï¿½Posyï¿½ in philament: An Online Journal of Culture and the Arts, December 2009 and (b) ï¿½ï¿½Abduï¿½l-Bahï¿½s Secret of Divine Civilization, Wilmette, 1970(1875), pp.1-3.
Ron Price 1 January 2009