Poems of Narad

The Rose of God's Infinity

We seek in the fragrance of the eternal rose
To recall those times of grandeur won and lost
And cull from the landscape of our buried past
Moments of magic we would once again disclose

To the stifled heart, the stilted mind, the peak
Of divine experience descended on our days
When life was new and joy came bursting forth
From the body's wall and soul began to seek.

It was a time when the rose of passion bloomed
Its red-hot petals searing heart and flesh
And every sky rained down in sunlit streams
Such flowers of youth, and oh, the world assumed

One's own to grasp and fill each deep desire,
Free to plough the waves of destiny
And cross enchanted isles, invincibly
Holding aloft the torch of eternal fire.

No force on earth or pressing gravity
Could slow the aspiration to achieve
A goal transcending thought, beyond success
Of worldly gains and false celebrity.

Then slowly to the inner heart the call
So softly at the edge of consciousness,
An opening to worlds above, within,
That hedonistic life could not forestall.

And now the rose of consecration grew
And bloomed in the hidden recess as a flame
The first great light upon inconscient night
Stirring the Self to commence the Task anew.

In silence now eternal memories wake
And sacrifice as offering instils
Within the shrine its Lord, the Secret One,
And we our separate history forsake

In communion with the ever-growing Light
That beckons as a beam upon the sea
Calling us to tear the shroud of night
And touch the rose of God's infinity.