The apples fall fragrant from the tree, Timed ripeness is the key of the young in old, As the child who teaches us infinity, The 'Wisdom' tree whose leaves at evening fold. It is quiet here in the cave of my repose Although the world in turbulence appears As faith declines that once on earth arose. I have wandered through the drifting of the years Fighting entities that try the soul, Through forests of pain and waterfalls of tears Stumbling forwards towards an unseen goal. I have the sense that a momentous field Of energy, a force, direct, divine And powerful to which all men must yield, Is rearranging life to new design This fragile globe to beauty and to peace. I feel it coursing through the body's core, A mighty churning no human will can cease Its light unknown to men on earth before.
*'Wisdom', the spiritual significance of Samanea saman, a large tropical tree whose leaves fold at night and before a rain.
Poems Undated (1727)
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