Poems
THEME/S
Great wings, one while and one of gold
Our dreaming spirit must unfold,
The wing of shadowless purity,
The wing of power that cannot die.
But life gains not this liberty
Unless a wideness ever free
Is the formless depth of what we are,
A mystery standing near and far,
An omnipresence of rapt air,
No need to rush forth anywhere,
An all-supporting breakless peace
That makes the soul of form release
Wings beyond earthly nights and days.
And bears with cool invisible grace
Their waft of gold-white victory:
Godhead is only godhead by
A soar of Self within Self-space.
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