1/5/08
I looked upon the outer sheath I wore, A countenance well-known, both friend and foe Yet stranger to a wisdom held before, Beyond the many births so long ago.
I did not ask of God my soul to fill With moving poetry nor tore my breast In anguish when the Muse's voice was still, Beyond my self I knew that I was blessed.
A moment came when a high voice was heard That counselled me to find the secret cave Where the sacred Om, first and final Word, Uplifted me as on a giant wave.
And in that hour of divine largesse Awaking from a momentary trance I saw the child-god roam and play at ease; His face I saw in every human glance
And in the presence of a transformed earth, Returned to beauty from the grasp of man Nature looked on all with joyous mirth Like a deer pursued who all the hounds outran.
I was at peace and all the world was still Yet vibrant with a golden inner core, Guided by a great unerring Will A light so vast one must kneel to adore.
This universe in wondrous vision seen At the cosmic edge where night and day are one, A place recalled where once my soul had been A light on earth more brilliant than the sun.
Poems Undated (1727)
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