Mystery Upon Mystery

The moon rises late, long before I dream.
Wisdom, and the supreme first cause lie hidden
under darkness, the profound cloud goes on.

I close my eyes to see what is beyond mind,
beyond brightness, to the center of the core,
praise the common fire that devours the flames.

Where do I find you? In my spouse, the flower,
mountain buds and salty streams. I hear you
in my heart where the spheres can’t contain you,

approach you and call, breathing without a sound.
Oh strange fragrance, why don’t I find you
when Everything appears right in front of me?

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