Vision Of The Invisible

I gather fruits of thought on a timeless shore;

The measureless silence breaks into a sound,

A rhythmic
re that opens a secret door

And the treasures of eternity are found.

Life then becomes a constant new delight;

All
gures and all things express the one

Primeval beauty of the. In
nite

Lined with the gold of an immortal sun.

My moments pass with moon-imprinted sail

Leaving behind an emptiness of dream,

Where mortal breath reects a shadow-pale

Vision of the invisible Supreme.

They grow out of their sombre dwelling-cave

Into the Wide heaven of the luminous Whole,

Till every movement is a diamond wave

Upon the tranquil ocean of the Soul.

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