In hurriedness and clamour

A sculptor.? Make such pale cool limbs
with beauty and such curves endowed.
 Could I pause, in hurried clamour
whereby pray to likeness.
Shallowness to skin and spirit warm its core
a mortal cloud, plucked from the dawn.
In supplication knelt before; I knew.
by whatever, the everyday and commonplace,
to blink and rub the eyes.
Find and hold the Buddha's countenance.  
Transcendental ingot borne.
 Heart still beat the pulse.  
Handed, gifted on the thunders clap,
refreshed in quietness.
The pool beneath the waterfall,  
the weight of beauty from the rush,  
after all in love our hands are clasped