A new year dawns, bringer of promises And to the thirsting earth a grace-filled rain. Happy sounds of "Bonne Annee" are heard Renewing hope that peace we might attain.
Absorbed in meditative poise they sit Disciples in a still environment, A courtyard sanctified and richly blessed That holds the mystery of God's descent.
Morning comes pregnant with new birth And prayers that our tormented earth might find An end to ignorance and war and greed And wake to purpose of a nobler kind.
I sit in contemplation's simple room Emptied for a moment of the past, Seeking a silence to penetrate the cells, A calm unshakable, profound and vast.
Stillness deep unmeasurable I seek And wait upon the sacred voice to hear Of things divine, the will of God revealed Through the mantric word that draws the heavens near.
Poems Undated (1727)
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