A contact thrilled of mighty unknown things. ||6.38||
The rapid footsteps of her
phantasy,
Amid whose falls wonders like flowers rise,
Are surer than reason, defter than device
And swifter than Imagination’s wings. ||22.9||
A work is done in the deep
silences;
A glory and wonder of spiritual sense,
A laughter in beauty’s everlasting space
Transforming world-experience into joy,
Inhabit the mystery of the untouched gulfs;
Lulled by Time’s beats eternity sleeps in us. ||47.20||
The stunning Eucalyptus
naudiniana
in the Matrimandir Gardens Park.
One can often see up to 15 colours in the bark.
A Secrecy breathed in life’s
moving act;
A covert nurse of Nature’s miracles,
It shaped life’s wonders out of Matter’s mud:
It cut the pattern of the shapes of things,
It pitched mind’s tent in the vague ignorant Vast. ||66.24||

A close-up of the bark of Eucalyptus naudiniana
Once more the world was made a
wonder-web,
A magic’s process in a magical space,
An unintelligible miracle’s depths
Whose source is lost in the Ineffable. ||68.78||