Poems of Narad

Sacrificial Soul

I have walked among the flowers till my soul
Was filled with all the beauty life can give,
And I remember thee in fragrances
Recalled in jasmine nights and rose-filled dawns.

My soul took winged flight and soared above
The blinding pain of vacant days and hours
Alone without your presence and your smile,
A haunted spirit in the void of night.

I know that life holds nothing more for me
Unless I give this loneliness and grief
And more, the full surrender of my heart
To the Mother of all lives who holds us close,

Opening as the champak blossoms break
Releasing from the petals of their love
Perfume of offering upon our air,
This world of seeming darkness full of light,

Disharmony and greed our daily fare
And lust to fuel our anger and our fear.
We miss yet somehow know a force is there,
The Guardians of our unspoken dreams,

Far they seem yet nearer than our thoughts,
Partaking with us the bitter fruit of death
Acknowledging its deep necessity,
Attendants at each birth, each childlike step

Who calmly guide the spirit on its way.
As I kneel before the image I adore
And pray my oft-voiced prayers of gratitude
I cannot see the future fronting me

Yet must break all attachment to the past,
To live a sacrificial soul, alone.
In the moments of an ever-present grace
Abide and wait upon the sign and call.