This morning as I gaze upon the sea A host of recollections by me pass, The negations of the past not truly me The rudenesses, stupidities , a mass That wish to be remembered and to rule The inner being as a toy and tool. But I have seen the Mother, felt Her Grace, And hold within remembrance of Her face, The gifts of God She gently placed within, Absolving me of ignorance and sin, Encouraging the march towards the sun Of Savitri to reach the eternal One. So must we strive to reach the promised goal The final transformation of the soul.
Poems Undated (1727)
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