Poems of Narad

To Mother, Our Origin

I hold, I cling, but barely now
To some beyond of truth,
Waves of grief and anger flow
And beauty wont to soothe.

But still the tears, the silent tears
In rivulets wash down.
I am stained by sorrow, cleft by fears
Deep and darkly sown,

Fears that I may wake one day
Late to realize
The Light is quenched and lost the way
To a force that all denies,

Or in my somnolence of dream
Drift on the world-tide
That drowns all souls of low esteem
Unable to decide,

Accepting fate, the karmic law
As ultimate decree,
Whether to press against the bar
And set the spirit free

Or ride the Wheel in one more race
Confronting finally
The question every life must face
Death's hegemony.

I open the door,I shall not hide,
The healing to begin
To find again the flaming bride
Who is our origin.