Poems of Narad

From the Manuscripts of Time

Deciphering from the manuscripts of time
Fleeting wisps or taunting fragments caught
By the inner scribe who labours through a mind
Awaiting stillness, yet the days are fraught

With traceries of dreams and wonder wrought
Miracle is found through eyes half-blind
And music of the inner realms is taught
And halting poetry on wings sublime.

Through the growing of the self in all its seasons,
The tortured time when winter fills the soul
Felicity when burst the buds of spring,
And months when blue-white summer skies unroll

In silence drifting to an unseen goal,
All our human elements we'd bring
Into the province of divine control,
Discharge mind's nescient rule and ego's treasons.