There is now a new road laid out as if all light turned into substance,
And swift the swallows fly like names reaching the azure of names,
And copper-pod trees blossom with fragrant songs on green boughs.
In a hush, ardent like prayer and heavenly vast as in the spiritual noon,
Om the Lord of Creation descends again, wearing the form of Sound.

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They asked: What is this fire that went to the ether when it rained?
It is the fire that burns in the seeds and in the roots of things.
They asked: What is this fire founded in the speed of the Wind?
It is the fire that consumes food in the belly of the universe.
They asked: What is this fire that dwells in the Inconscience?
Of Man and Woman this fire is the unborn son nourished by Death.

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