You want to know the secret of my peace?
Well I am drunk on joy and beauty
I have drunk from cupped lilies
And I see with eyes serene and clear
A veil of clouds have cleared from moon’s surface
which light has given me madness
The madness by which the martyr smiles on the stakes
of the fisherman on the end of his drifter
on the vast crimson tides
of a sea strewn with wrecks of men
For at such points our sighs goes direct to God.
Therefore I wouldn’t barter my joy
For a thousand chest of pearls.
You want the secret of my peace
Open your petals to admit the light
Kiss the rosy fingers of the child
Revere the veined hands of the sage
Love and be kind to the wayfarer
Find a heaven in the little moments
for their disregard is like stepping on flowers
Embrace me in my madness
Just like the lone fisherman
let the waves turn me over to the depths of the sea
and just like the martyr at the stakes
give me that fire!
For eternal is the kingdom
of us who rule the hearts of men
We own no golden crowns
But nature adorns us with an invisible wreath of laurel.