The Secret Splendour

  Poems


Truth at the Bottom.

 

What's a well?

Fathomed well,

It's an "I"

Whose hidden eye

Has never forgot

What skies have got.

Deep in the soil,

Free from all soil

 A spirit sees

 What moving seas

Always behold

Yet never hold.

Here a still spot

Can ever spot

As selfed in it

The infinite.


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