Sun Blossoms

Secret Harmony

EACH thing bears its own mystery
In the universe;
Even the trill of a wandering bird
Suddenly stirs

The dawn into a coloured song;
A breath of wind
Passing over a slumbering sea
Awakes the blind

Waves to a glimpse of eternity;
Even still flames
Leap out of their imprisonment
In frozen frames.

The hidden secrecies of earth
Slowly rise up
Touched by some miraculous wand
And fill their cup

With splendours of a mystical light.
The world is a voice
Created from bare silences
In a sun-gold poise.

All things form an inscrutable chain
In an unseen scheme
Born from some primal harmony
Of the Supreme.

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