Beyond the Sleeping Sphere
by Roy K Austin
(England)
Mourning dove is in the wood sounding through my observations, sunset on the mountain top giving back the constellations, nightjar mimics in the air round an empty house of prayer ; wonder fills an awe-struck mind high above the sleeping land, all is written out tonight by another author's hand : Energetic patterns dance stir the fire which forged the brain, the brain which forged the world of man ; who sees the whole as the divine has plunged the depths for the profound and crossed the metamorphic line where all eternity is found. My swinging pendulum is still, as I observe above the hill, a world beyond all measure, the stars, trans temporal as ever.
.............................. From Towards Atman.
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