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Oh, I could worship Indra’s rise<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/address>\n
In roaring, rain-bound thunder,<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/address>\n
And Rudra’s wild, capricious eyes<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/address>\n
That split the sky asunder.<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/address>\n
Their glory flows in cloud-packed skies<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/address>\n
And wakes my weary wonder.<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/address>\n
\u00a0<\/strong><\/address>\n
Yet all their virile glories bloom<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/address>\n
In Gaia’s soft receiving,<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/address>\n
And I could love her earthly womb,<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/address>\n
Her fecund grace perceiving.<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/address>\n
Could die into her pregnant tomb<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/address>\n
To rise in her believing.<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/address>\n
\u00a0<\/strong><\/address>\n
And Chronos, higher yet somehow,<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/address>\n
All lives and lands surrounding,<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/address>\n
In balanced, glorious, fluid Tao<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/address>\n
Rolls worlds and worlds abounding.<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/address>\n
That motion of forever now<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/address>\n
Assuring and astounding.<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/address>\n
\u00a0<\/strong><\/address>\n
Yet t’ward what final life and mind<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/address>\n
Might this dread logic shove me:<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/address>\n
To One creating worlds and time<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/address>\n
Above all gods above me.<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/address>\n
Oh may I glimpse that one Divine<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/address>\n
And gasp to find He love me.<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/address>\n
\u00a0<\/strong><\/address>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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