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Mantra
All's struck away,
The gold and the grey —
A mystic silence suddenly broke out
Drowning all symphony, all shout,
And left a glowing gap,
A slumber aching for miraculous dreams,
Dreams that would step
From the in-world into clay
And build a shadowless day.
A new creation's quivering constellate gleams
Call to my sight, charm the strange void to move.
A wonder-world is waiting to come true,
Yearning for you
To utter from around, below, above,
The all-embracing all-remaking Mantra: Love.
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