Now the sweeping rain upon us comes Relentless is its grace upon the soil And thunder with its sound of battle drums Gives us brief rest from our lifelong toil.
From my window, deeply drawn within I watch the frolic of the dancing wind And know there is on earth no lasting sin But in the aftermath of evil find
A shining light, precursor of our way And in companionship with regal stars We move once more towards a lustrous day Healed of duality's multitudinous scars.
Escorted into light now free of doubt, The helping hostile forces ushered out!
Poems Undated (1727)
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