Poems of Narad

Now the Spring

How suddenly forsythia appears,
As if the death of a thousand nights and days
Lost in a crypt of the uncounted years
Illumined by its gold awakening rays

Exposed, a vain illusion proved or dream
Of darkness' legions hoping still to hide
Beneath the caul of ignorance and seem
A solid front to truth and light denied.

But now the Spring and facing us the dawn,
A consciousness with power to awake
The hidden truth in man no more a pawn
Of nether Lords or sad divine mistake.

Eternal in us burns the quenchless flame,
A spark of God consuming ignorance,
Attachment and desire's specious claim;
Rapid now towards God the soul's advance.