The Secret Splendour

I have mastered the antinomies of Kant

 And the four-dimensional continuum

And the daedal scheme of Joyce-wrought Ulysses—

Of Dali's weird signs I am a hierophant,

And how through Narcist quiverings they come

 I have learned by subtle psychoanalysis.

Now, Lord, I pray make me most ignorant,

Drown in huge sleep the ever-dancing hum

Of knowledge so that like a strange abyss

Of waveless water I may brood intent

The ineffable Truth—then suddenly find room

For Thy thousand-petalled lotus-break of Bliss!

Gold core: packed poise of the infinite Permanent—

Silver leaves: world on world in magic bloom—

Light's lone rapt self, Light's all-enkindling kiss!

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