Poems
THEME/S
O beauteous singing Presence,
Who were the heart of me,
Why have You sunk in darkness
Of the wild, weltering sea?
Churning the deeps of being,
Your pillar of light churns hells;
Black wave and poison foamings
Engulf the stars and cells.
Blue-throated Love, O lift me
From the blind night's abyss,
Upon the spirit's forehead
Plant your white nectared kiss;
And move upon the waters
Calming each storm-tost wave,
Call forth the moon-white Goddess
From the hidden jewelled cave;
Once more unfold your beauty
Upon the lotused sea,
O golden shining Presence,
Who are the heart of me.
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