36.) Flawed The Diamonds Of A Foretelling Story...

Flawed the diamonds of a foretelling story

Glints of glass words woven in its tapestries;

Still treasure’s stitched within the invisible tale

In quick unfoldings of the cloth of testimony 

A spark! – And a glimpse of the horizon land

That comes and goes with the light –

A meeting of reaching things in liquid air –

In the silence the lift and the pull of hands

And lights combining, and the span of things

Seen, as though through water – the expanse

And in the blurring, the seamless extent of it –

An enlarging through the ways of mist

In the lover abiding – sight of the Summer Isle

That floats and sinks at the will of the wind

The Islet of Glass, through which the future

Can be seen – and for those who live there –

The past which made it

As clear as brightness on a night after rain –

The Isle of the Sailing Moon in the Sea of stars – 

Conquerors are carried there at their life’s ending

Not many can travel there, and then return

So empty is it of all tangle men cannot see it

But it is not empty that they see and miss it

Its direction can be found, even in dark Winter

For those who know the way – how it unwinds –
How, in truth, it lifts the buried and buries the lifted

Oh, how the inner compass shows up the bright space

Which through pride's thick skins makes its finding!

The lovely thing’s done in those who dare un-spin

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