"Transcendence Within/Without"
Center of centers,
core of cores,
almond sweetening
in its shell:
all this universe,
to the furthest stars
and beyond,
is your flesh, your fruit.
Nothing clings to you now:
your vast shell
reaches into endless space,
and there the ripening
of your being rises and flows...
The billion stars
spinning through the night
reflect your infinite peace,
and shine high above your head.
In you is that which will be
when all the stars are dead.
I do not know where it comes from.
It is older than God.
Autumn Nights
An Arts Guild
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