Pure Rose

 

Press the heart-bell, call the power,

Silence enters in this hour.

Do not break the wisdom-chain

With the hammers of the brain.

Stilled upon the midnight minute

Hold all Timelessness within it.

 

Pure rose, vibrant with soft love-light,

Among the thickets of the night,

A jewel-lamp, a sun, a flower,

A well of fragrance, spell of power;

Source of all the energies

That move within life's rolling seas,

The myriad forces that unroll

The vast white spaces of the soul.

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