Cosmic Rhythms

Now cosmic rhythms are a laughter in my pulse,

For the heart stands back immense and knows no aim,

Cool core of a body of tortuous paths to power.

My blood is the singing attar of that Rose

Rooted in rest beyond all universe.

Seraphs are crossing my brain that is wonder-wide

Smiling to see even here an Eye like the sun,

And, where they halt, my love's touch breaks out wings.

All is perfection, thought and word and tune,

Because the Ineffable shines through each interspace.

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