So oft have I upheld thine word as truth,
Beyond all understanding of respect
Such were the days of melancholy youth,
That all cruel at heart I could not detect.
In the wisdom of age hath I returned
To a simpler time that virtuous faith
Flying close to the bold Sun yet ne’er burned,
Living without fear till I met thy wraith.
O’er the vibrant space of sheer nothingness,
Was this awakening in me profound
That vict’ry rests in inner formlessness,
And hidden deep within the world turns round
That timeless whisper born in silent sound
Did heed, and in that calm, turn life around.