A wanderer along life's rushing streams Seeking for his soul's identity, A solitary gatherer of dreams Pacing the world for the new epiphany.
In the restless late-night musing of the mind He walks through furrows worn and oft-tilled fields Picking through abandoned husks to find A kernel or two of life's meagre yields,
Then seeks for silence in an inner plain Of calm whose pools reflect a brighter light Than sun can give when from the dark domain Takes up his throne the dark king of night,
Or when the restless vital self below Rises up to urge the heart's ascent And passion rules, he would attempt to go Into a cave of peace, the soul consent
To harmony where the rule of love abides, Await and turn all impulses, desires Towards the heights where nothing that divides Can last and all the troubled world retires
In a nirvanic space beyond all time. But this he must not do for still he hears The call that spurs from inward depths to climb And touch on earth the feet of heaven's seers.
Poems Undated (1727)
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