Elsa Barker

The Mystic Rose

The Mystic Rose

The Mystic Rose I, woman, am that wonder-breathing rose That blossoms in the garden of the King. In all the world there is no lovelier thing, And the learned stars no secret can disclose Deeper than mine–that almost no one knows. The perfume of my petals in the spring Is inspiration to all bar... »

He Who Knows Love

He Who Knows Love

He Who Knows Love He who knows Love–becomes Love, and his eyes Behold Love in the heart of everyone, Even the loveless: as the light of the sun Is one with all it touches. He is wise With undivided wisdom, for he lies In Wisdom’s arms. His wanderings are done, For he has found the Source... »