Poems of Narad

The Strophes of Destiny

Somewhere in the soul-travelling days
And in the gleam of youth, I lost the song,
Tragic, it was my avenue of praise
And yet I cannot say I followed wrong

The call of flowers fragrant in that morn
To labour in the deep red earth of God
When Auroville in human hearts was born
And the higher with the lower angels sparred.

Truly I cannot say the music ceased
For in my mind eternal melodies
Recur and hymns and choruses have seized
My spirit and those stellar harmonies

Resound in moments when the calm descends
And all the nervous being in me stilled,
The chaos of the worldly cycle ends
And in the silence the empty staff is filled

With choral odes, symphonic in their sound,
Mid the swelling of the voices of the sea,
The chants of trees from consecrated ground
Awake my soul to the strophes of destiny.