September 27, 2010
Midnight passes and still I cannot sleep The spinning mind like a young child's top, A channel for a thousand thoughts that keep Repeating endlessly and will not stop.
Only the meditative poise can cease The turbulent remembrances that turn Like revolving doors inhibiting the peace That is my spirit's need, for which I yearn.
The year is changing and the lake turns grey With waves that seem to emulate my mind. I ask for silence and in silence pray That somewhere deep with my soul I'll find
The truth of me and why I came to earth If not to grow towards divinity And all I can in this stupendous birth; To hear again the call that came to me From a sacred Ashram by the Bengal sea.
Poems Undated (1727)
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