The silent multitude awaited Thee, A gathered prayer from lips of worship rose Then silence as upon the balcony A glance of God drew every seeker close.
This world is an ineffable mystery With sage and seer disguised by human form, What gift supreme from Heaven's treasury Brought Thee to earth, man's future to transform?
We the undeserving touch Thy feet Aware that only Grace can lift our kind, The fierce transfiguration to complete Beyond the stone cathedral of the mind.
O Shakti mould our lives to Thy design, Infuse in us the fire and the will To rise above our petty days, resign From all our prized transgressions and distil
In the heart's turbulence a calm and peace To feel the Presence pulsing deep within, That love from stilled desire may increase And Thy transmuting chemistry begin.
Poems Undated (1727)
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