Nevertheless… it must be Said that, now that this sunset-time of night-games is upon all, the Diurnal Fuse yet Crackles overnight, and will Make an inevitable Dawning. And, in the meantime, much can be Said and Done to bring the nightwalkers to Rest, and to Awaken them Early–to Feel toward the inevitable Morning, and to watch for The Flying Horse of Dawn That Lights the Single eye and heart, and Restores the Divine Kingdom within, and (if only there is Compassionate Love) without (as well).
An extract from the essay “My All-Completing and
All-Unifying Word” from The Basket of Tolerance, forthcoming, by the World-Friend, Adi Da.
The “Diurnal Fuse” reminds me of a Dylan Thomas poem that goes:
The force that through the green fuse drives the flower
Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees
Is my destroyer.