Poems of Narad

Spirit and Matter

Who sets the order of the stars
And guides the sun upon its way
Owns all, but all he owns is ours
All is but his mighty play.

I hold earth vibrant in my hands,
I press the flower to my eyes,
I am the stone that understands,
I am the thief of Paradise.

And when the waves of anger flow

Within the warring hearts of men
I am the victor and the foe,
The vanquished who shall rise again.

Though all is he, in me he lives
Behind the heart sits undefiled,
In the born and yet unborn he thrives
Spirit and matter reconciled.