The Secret Splendour

Will water ever be itself?

With or without a boa

Always an other is afloat—

Tree bending over, cloud poised high,

Bird wandering or blue birdless sky,

 An answer to unquestioning life,

Swift seizing of the passing-by—

Never a clear in its own right,

Never the void that by sheer light

Shows its own surface or true deep-

Here is an ever-open eye

Possessed by day, obsessed with night—

No freedom till un-wattered by

Self-loss in the Eternal's sleep.

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