Om: The secret of Ahbor Valley

by Talbot Mundy

But the calm and the sweep and the swing of the leisurely, measureless roll

Of the absolute cause, the unthwarted effect—and no haste,

And no discord, and nothing untimed in a calculus ruling the whole;

Unfolding; evolving; accretion; attrition; no waste.

Planet on planet a course that it keeps, and each swallow its flight;

Comet’s ellipse and grace-note of the sudden firefly glow;

Jewels of Perseid splendor sprayed on summer’s purple night;

Blossom adrift on the breath of spring; the whirl of snow;

Grit on the grinding beaches; spume of the storm-ridden wave

Hurled on the north wind’s ice-born blast to blend with the tropic rain;