Poems of Narad

Guru

Dec. 3, 1969

Vainly do I strive in vain
To speak of things when I have no voice,
Of visions blinded eyes can't see
And ears that music cannot hear.
To feel Thy touch upon these days
Of breathless stillness silently
Awaiting in the fragrant hours
Thy hand to lift above the waste
Of Time, Thy Feet of Light, my life.