By Rohini James
Copyright March 2019
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Oh, to be happy, to be well,
How the quest has made hedonists of us all;
How we lust after peace that doth flood the soul’s wells.
Thrill and love and dopamine: our idols to chase
As a sunset on an ever-retreating horizon.

If only the world sought not its origin but its nature.

Oh, to make it mine!
Every instance my laughter is stolen by the wind;
To see my bruises in victorious halos;
To feel life on the breath of a lover in a mingled atmosphere;
To be sated with pride in effort even in failure;
To see my blood on the deeds of the estates of my toil;
To inherit the fulness lives before mine have thirsted after;
To abide in the world, restful and sedate,
Without tumult even in death.

By Rohini James
Copyright February 2015
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The Rule Of Three


Rohini Dasi James
Copyright November 2014
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