Poems of Narad

Samadhi III

Kneeling there unburdening our cares
Offering the little that we are,
The flowers' fragrance mixing with our prayers -
Of the transformation occurring silently
Little is known by mind or can be known
While the incessant wheels revolve interminably
And the subtle sounds of gods walk by unheard
By all but those stalwart souls who consciously
Progress in splendour, radiant and alone.