The Glass Bead Game
We re-enact with reverent attention
The universal chord, the masters's harmony
Evoking in unsullied communion
Minds and times of highest santicty
We draw upon the iconography
Whose mystery is able to contain
The boundlessness, the storm of all existence
Give chaos form, and hold our lives in reign
The pattern sings like crystal constellations
And when we tell our beads, we serve the whole
and cannot be dislodged or misdirected,
Held in the orbit of the cosmic soul
- Hermann Hesse -
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