Supreme Shakti

TWO strange inscrutable eyes,

Two frail transparent hands,

Shape now our destinies;

But their force none understands.

For how can human sight

Peer into her fathomless

Mysteries beyond the light

Of our dim consciousness?

Each movement of her feet

And smile of her face divine

Moves every
re-heart-beat

As with a glowing wine.

The vast creation bears

The grandeur of her soul;

And our veiled spirit shares

Her splendours aureole.

Her immortal bliss we drink

And shine from hour to hour

With her beauty on the brink

Of her eternal Power.

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