The Secret Splendour

Time

Mystery before and Mystery behind,

A nothing Now, a tremble and a fall—

God of the future, Devil of the past,

Man of the meaningless moment—here I stand.

Great thought is all; life is a shell by the sea.

When the great thought knows dim who moves in the deep,

Joining the Self to the Self across the Self,

Come, Gone and Now are the Flame that licks up Time.

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