Poem on Eternal Dawn

ETERNAL DAWN

Some see time as sunset:
sombre fading to the night,
burning losing of the light
spread on far horizons. . .

but every day that's ever passed
was but precursor of the dawn;
and never was a day the last
for dawn is ever the reborn;
as every shadow's cast by light,
and every blindness supposes sight,
and every silence supposes sound,
and every wall, a further ground,
and every limit, the limitless.

For every ending brings beginning:
the fresh, new radiance arising and
enlightening the vastness.

The lotus on the shining stillness
opens to the rays renewed-

eternal dawn,
the ever-born.

The truest tale is resurrection,
the greatest pattern seems
to have no form. . .

the truest faith is faith in Dawn.