The innocence I lost when I was young The chants of orthodox choirs that were sung Come back to me as I alone in pain Go through the karmic struggles once again. How little have I grown despite the Grace That welcomed me in that most sacred place Where one could work in peace and meditate Arriving to a contemplative state Where all seemed beautiful and half divine In an ashram of a singular design, To build a race of beings to bring down The Golden Force, the spiritual Crown, That all the earth might join to celebrate The end of desire and greed that only sate Those who defy the edict of the Divine, Eternal love and beauty are the sign.
For Mary Helen
Poems Undated (1727)
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