The Seer

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I breathe the breath of the morning, I am one with the one World-Soul.
I live my own life no longer, but the life of the living Whole.
I am more than self: I am selfless: I am more than self: I am I,
I have found the springs of my being in the flush of the eastern sky,
I — the true self, the spirit, the self that is born of death –
I have found the flame of my being in the morn’s ambrosial breath.

I lose my life for a season: I lose it beyond recall
But I find it renewed, rekindled, in the life of the One, the All.
I look not forward or backward: the abysses of time are nought.
From pole to pole of the Heavens I pass in a flash of thought.
I clasp the world to my bosom: I feel its pulse in my breast, –
The pulse of measureless motion, the pulse of fathomless rest.

Is it motion or rest that thrills me? Is it lightning or moonlit peace?
Am I freer than waves of ether or prisoned beyond release?
I know not; but through my spirit, within me, around, above,
The world-wide river is streaming, the river of life and love.
Silent, serene, eternal, passionless, perfect, pure ; –
I may not measure its windings, but I know that its aim is sure.

In its purity seethes all passion in its silence resounds all song:
Its strength is builded of weakness: its right is woven of wrong.
I am borne afar on its bosom ; yet its source and its goal are mine.
From the sacred springs of creation to the ocean of love Divine.
I have ceased to think or to reason: there is nothing to ponder or prove:
I hope, I believe no longer: I am lost in a dream of love.”

by Edmond Holmes