Flowers falling to the earth like snow Rays that shoot between the topmost leaves, In silence now a deeper truth to know, Grateful for these transient reprieves
I walk her lanes of loveliness and greet The fruited boughs that lean in offering, The cushioned grasses cool beneath my feet And all the aching splendour of the spring.
I feel a oneness with the silent sky, I am a comrade of the earth, the seas, And yet I cannot comprehend just why I am house divided by degrees
Where unknown voices call from unknown rooms, The sentry falls asleep at the sacred gate, And all the past before the future looms. I call but in my steps I hesitate
To plunge into the cavern of the light. Though still half-conscious in my quest to be, And still awaking from my spirit's night, I am the measure of eternity.
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