We are moved by a joy that hides within the stars And all the fine distractions of the world, Called by a being that seems asleep and curled On a plaited mat within these prison-bars.
He said: "Our soul is not in us, we are Within the soul", and all our outward view Must redirect, our sight to see anew That which now is near and yet so far.
Time slows and the years of search and seize Yield to the meditative inward look As if the pages of our life a book Of wonder sheaves caught by a sudden breeze,
Illumined by the splendid rays of sun Baring the Self to vast experience; The life-force in the body, mind and sense Gathers the untold blessings of the One.
Poems Undated (1727)
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