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The bridge between the rapture and the calm, The passion and the beauty of the Bride, The chamber where the glorious enemies kiss, The smile that saves, the golden peak of things? This too is Truth at the mystic fount of Life. A black veil has been lifted; we have seen The mighty shadow of the omniscient Lord; But who has lifted up the veil of light And who has seen the body of the King? The mystery of God's birth and acts remains Leaving unbroken the last chapter's seal, Unsolved the riddle of the unfinished Play; The cosmic Player laughs within his mask, And still the last inviolate secret hides Behind the human glory of a Form, Behind the gold eidolon of a Name. A large white line has figured as a goal, But far beyond the ineffable suntracks blaze: What seemed the source and end was a wide gate, A last bare step into eternity. An eye has opened upon timelessness, Infinity takes back the forms it gave, And through God's darkness or his naked light His million rays return into the Sun. There is a zero sign of the Supreme; Nature left nude and still uncovers God. But in her grandiose nothingness all is there: When her strong garbs are torn away from us, The soul's ignorance is slain but not the soul: The zero covers an immortal face. A high and blank negation is not all, A huge extinction is not God's last word, Life's ultimate sense, the close of being's course, The meaning of this great mysterious world. In absolute silence sleeps an absolute Power. Awaking, it can wake the trance-bound soul 
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