Wonder

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Wonder

Sonnet — An Invocation to The Mother #11

Upon the body’s stable ground done pristine
I fashioned a pedestal high on my breast,
With will moulded the pliant clay of thought
A symbol Her most auspicious and divine.

I drew upon my subtler refined selves,
Borrowed their powers of askesis rare
To kindle a flame in my heart’s brazier,
Poured by mind’s cup aspiration oblations.

Besides grew shapes of a sacred geometry,
Shimmering powers that companioned Her,
Facet of Her glory fuelling self and star,
And Time’s wheel centres on Her eternity.

But now mute fall I, all hymns escape,
Struck by Her wonder no words can drape.