Sun Blossoms

Supreme Shakti

TWO strange inscrutable eyes,
Two frail transparent hands,
Shape now our destinies;
But their force none understands.

For how can human sight
Peer into her fathomless
Mysteries beyond the light
Of our dim consciousness?

Each movement of her feet
And smile of her face divine
Moves every fire-heart-beat
As with a glowing wine.

The vast creation bears
The grandeur of her soul;
And our veiled spirit shares
Her splendours aureole.

Her immortal bliss we drink
And shine from hour to hour
With her beauty on the brink
Of her eternal Power.

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