The Music Room

Into this quiet room; with sweet relief
The sense of oneness with oneself returns;
The glorious, restless world no longer thief
Through thought, of all that for that oneness yearns;
And now, in peace, outside the window shine
All God's specifics; all His passing show,
Now from this peace, seen as a play divine;
All restlessness now gone; time, ever now;
And in this heavenly peace, the heart's laid bare
In all its nature, born from heaven above:
A nature that with all its all may share;
Since in reality, that heart is Love.
O, that self-education thus might bring
To all who thirst, love's ceaseless single spring.