This darkness has a light that is its own,
Where all is null and meaning has no sense,
Where every word and thought is overthrown
By Something Hidden, ineffably immense.
Here one is two and three and also one,
For in this darkness of the silenced mind,
As reason cracks and logic is unspun,
We see at last and realize we are blind.
Now, once the slanting clamour is dispelled
That clogs the brain, we open different eyes
And with them Something Nameless is beheld
And felt obliquely in our enraptured sighs.
This darkness is the Light, the place we cease
To strive, the silent realm of Truth and Peace.
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