WEFOUNDThe Royal Crown: A Poem (Classic Reprint)


Thou art One, and at the mystery of Thy Oneness the wise of heart are struck dumb,

For they know not what it is.

Thou art One, and Thy Oneness can neither be increased nor lessened,

It lacketh naught, nor doth aught remain over.

Thou art One, but not like a unit to be grasped or counted,

For number and change cannot reach Thee.

Thou art not to be envisaged, nor to be figured thus and thus. .

Nor shall the How have sway over Thee, nor the Wherefore and Whence.

Thou existest, but for Thyself and for none other with Thee.

Thou existest, and before Time began Thou wast,

And without place Thou didst abide.

Thou existest, and Thy secret is hidden and who shall attain to it?

" So deep, so deep, who can discover it? "

Thou livest, but not through breath and soul, for Thou art soul of the soul.

Thou livest, but not with the life of man, which is like unto vanity and its end the moth and the worm.

Thou livest, and he who layeth hold of Thy secret shall find eternal delight:

" He shall eat and live for ever. "


Nice...i really like the part 'whay does it always have to be something-can we relax a moment and perhaps do nothing' when i read this poem so many thoughts went into my mind...Great job! (Report) Reply

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Thou art One, and at the mystery of Thy Oneness the wise of heart are struck dumb,

For they know not what it is.

Thou art One, and Thy Oneness can neither be increased nor lessened,

It lacketh naught, nor doth aught remain over.

Thou art One, but not like a unit to be grasped or counted,

For number and change cannot reach Thee.

Thou art not to be envisaged, nor to be figured thus and thus. .

Nor shall the How have sway over Thee, nor the Wherefore and Whence.

Thou existest, but for Thyself and for none other with Thee.

Thou existest, and before Time began Thou wast,

And without place Thou didst abide.

Thou existest, and Thy secret is hidden and who shall attain to it?

" So deep, so deep, who can discover it? "

Thou livest, but not through breath and soul, for Thou art soul of the soul.

Thou livest, but not with the life of man, which is like unto vanity and its end the moth and the worm.

Thou livest, and he who layeth hold of Thy secret shall find eternal delight:

" He shall eat and live for ever. "

Thou art One, and at the mystery of Thy Oneness the wise of heart are struck dumb,

For they know not what it is.

Thou art One, and Thy Oneness can neither be increased nor lessened,

It lacketh naught, nor doth aught remain over.

Thou art One, but not like a unit to be grasped or counted,

For number and change cannot reach Thee.

Thou art not to be envisaged, nor to be figured thus and thus. .

Nor shall the How have sway over Thee, nor the Wherefore and Whence.

Thou existest, but for Thyself and for none other with Thee.

Thou existest, and before Time began Thou wast,

And without place Thou didst abide.

Thou existest, and Thy secret is hidden and who shall attain to it?

" So deep, so deep, who can discover it? "

Thou livest, but not through breath and soul, for Thou art soul of the soul.

Thou livest, but not with the life of man, which is like unto vanity and its end the moth and the worm.

Thou livest, and he who layeth hold of Thy secret shall find eternal delight:

" He shall eat and live for ever. "


Nice...i really like the part 'whay does it always have to be something-can we relax a moment and perhaps do nothing' when i read this poem so many thoughts went into my mind...Great job! (Report) Reply


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