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A bold slant at something precise:
I have wearied my mind on an un-trodden trail to this avail.
And I have pried my eyes wide to see the unseen.
All the forms have taken shape,
Molded by molten memories that burn like the surfaces of stars!
The newness of each fresh step intoxicated the pleasure-seeker within,
(This trajectory was fore-ordained
This flight was mapped in the mind of the map Maker)
And I flowed with the substances of God…
Words became alive and I have had conversations with them.
Skies opened up to me and I have listened to their cries.
My soul shook the hands of trees as they swayed greetings in the breeze.
O the mysterious depths of life!
O the heart that beats to the rhythm of life!
Look carefully
Everywhere, everywhere creation holds truth in its palms, reaching.
The atoms of love are spaced perfectly
To walk on consciously inside the heart of Spirit.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem