Oh, Selfless Spirit

Oh, Selfless Spirit

 

Once, in a time of solitude, I saw

A trace of gracious teardrops on a wing

Of satin black, imbued with beads of gold,

 

In iridescent sunlight -

 

Shimmering

 

And I was moved to marvel at the care

The artist took to realize the thought

Of setting truth before me

 

And so near!

 

And bettering the beauty that it wrought

 

Oh, Vatic Lady,[1] you have painted Earth

For every eye that peeks out from its place

Into the prismed world of your best thoughts,

 

And glimpses there

The spectrum of your face!

 

Oh, Selfless Spirit, you have given life

Unto the millions in your palette's ring �"

 

And I, but one of many you have blessed,

In having seen your teardrops on a wing.

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[1] The poet believed that natural beauty is similar to the work of a master artist who expects us to realize complex, spiritual truths via only the interplay of paint and brush stroke, possibly because, like truth and beauty, we predate physical reality.