The Secret Splendour

Explosion of sunrise never can be heard:

 That magic circle, golden core of life,

All-mothering womb of some ineffable bliss,

 Bares no gloom-breaking drum of the infinite—

Its sign is one mate flower of shadowless sky.

1.1.56*

* this poem was composed before seeing the Mother's New-Year Message "The greatest victories are not announced by beat of drum!".

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