Adwaita

Adwaita

I walked on the high-wayed Seat of Solomon
    Where Shankaracharya's tiny temple stands
Facing Infinity from Time's edge, alone
    On the bare ridge ending earth's vain romance.

Around me was a formless solitude:
    All had become one strange Unnameable,
An unborn sole Reality world-nude,
    Topless and fathomless, for ever still.

A Silence that was Being's only word,
    The unknown beginning and the voiceless end
Abolishing all things moment-seen or heard,
    On an incommunicable summit reigned,

A lonely Calm and void unchanging Peace
On the dumb crest of Nature's mysteries.