Secret Harmony

EACH thing bears its own mystery

In the universe;

Even the trill of a wandering bird

Suddenly stirs

The dawn into a coloured song;

A breath of wind

Passing over a slumbering sea

Awakes the blind

Waves to a glimpse of eternity;

Even still ames

Leap out of their imprisonment

In frozen frames.

The hidden secrecies of earth

Slowly rise up

Touched by some miraculous wand

And
ll their cup

With splendours of a mystical light.

The world is a voice

Created from bare silences

In a sun-gold poise.

All things form an inscrutable chain

In an unseen scheme

Born from some primal harmony

Of the Supreme.

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