| On that moment before all moments,
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| On that morn before the world was born,
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| When we did Thy Lordship witness,
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| Seeing Thy Countenance, hearing Thy Command,
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| Uttering the yea that echoes forever within,
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| Did we the cadence of Divine Music hear.
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| In this lowly world I hear that Music near and far,
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| In the plucking of the oud and the tar,
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| In the drone of the sitar and the gong of the gamelan,
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| In the haunting melodies of those monks
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| Singing in unison of Thy Glory,
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| In the rhythmic drumbeats issuing from verdant forests,
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| And the shepherd’s ney breathing upon the hills,
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| In all those voices chanting of the love for Thee,
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| In all music that celebrates Thy Beauty inviolable,
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| I do hear that cadence of Divine Music,
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| And so in the chanting of the birds and the singing of the whales,
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| In the murmur of the wind through those majestic trees,
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| And even in the silent invocation of the mountains and the stars,
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| For is not the substance of all Thy creation,
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| But invocation of Thy Blessed Names
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| chanted in the cadence of Divine Music?
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| But most of all it is in solitude with Thee,
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| When I and Thou are alone in intimacy,
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| That I hear so clearly the cadence of that Music Divine
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| Which I heard on that pre-eternal dawn,
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| And which ceases not to resonate within,
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| Bearing witness to the reality of Thy Presence,
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| Echoing the cadence of that Divine Music,
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| Echoes from the myriads of created beings
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| That are but nothingness reflecting Thy Theophanies.
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| Let me be alone in Thy intimacy,
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| So as to hear again in the clearest of sounds,
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| The cadence of that Music Divine
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| Which I heard at the moment of encounter with Thy Face,
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| In that pre-eternal moment of creation,
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| The moment that is now and ever shall be the eternal now. |