Now has time picked up tachyonic speed

Now has time picked up tachyonic speed

A flame of rapture in the clay-pot of consequence

Gathers elements to make life contentful, divine;

To the wonder’s chances has a dream opened out

And every quark jumps up in joy of the morrow;

Because it is there in ounce and ounce of matter,

Matter houses thunder and calm of its call;

Now has time picked up tachyonic speed

For the manifesting spirit firmly to flourish.

20 January 2025

O beautiful body of the incarnate Word,

Thy thoughts are mine, I have spoken with thy voice. ||154.1||

My will is thine, what thou hast chosen I choose. ||154.2||

All thou hast asked I give to earth and men…. ||154.3||

Now will I do in thee my marvellous works…. ||154.7||

O Sun-Word, thou shalt raise the earth-soul to Light

And bring down God into the lives of men… ||154.10||

Summing in thy single soul my mystic world

I will possess in thee my universe,

The universe find all I am in thee. ||154.17||

Painting by Huta XI #24

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The Winds of Wonder