ADVENTURE

Go, traveler, go.Yet once again you thrill to a good-bye.Adventure flushed, your dear face tries to hideThe pity for such stay-at-home as I.Go stand before the tombs of mighty deadAnd where the "living Buddha" reigns: or whereStarved Gobi dogs fill desert nights with dread.

Go, seeker, go.And fill the urge beyond your frail controlTo search the ways of other beasts and men,But let me search the infinite realm of SoulTo find the land where lion and the lambLie down in peace. For when I find that place,Then I shall know just who or what I am.

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The Eternal and the Temporal
March 7, 1964
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