Part I — Poems 1955 - 1997

The Birth of The Infinite¹

The golden dawn of the cosmos rapt in trance,
    Awaits the Birth of the All.
The seven worlds' bliss converges in her heart
    With august and sun-vast call.

Slowly the Peak unmeasured of rapture-fire
    Climbs down to our human cry.
His diamond Vision's deathless Will leans low,
    Our mortal yearnings nigh.

Suddenly life's giant somnolence is stirred.
    His all-embracing Wing
Declares, "I come to end your eyeless fear.
    To Me alone now cling!

No fleeting dreams your teeming births do trace:
    Now own My infinite Bloom.
In Me the flood of Immortality!
    Nowhere shall be your doom."