Song of the Universal

March 29, 2014 | Short Reflections

Come said the muse,
Sing me a song no poet has yet chanted,
Sing me the universal.

In this broad Earth of ours,
Amid the measureless grossness and the slag,
Enclosed and safe within its central heart,
Nestles the seed Perfection.

By every life a share, or more or less,
None born but it is born–conceal’d or unconceal’d, the seed is