The Secret Splendour

When the rose opens,

Who can hear The explosion of its beauty?

Still unclear, In all that redness breaking,

The real rose Deeper in the outshining cup

A silence grows....

Forever the veil, the secret,

Till we have furled Back into bud within us

Our wide-awake world

And, free from the mind's flutter,

In spelled repose

Over some core of being

Eye-petals close.

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