I walked in fetid jungles of the mind Where grief like strong lianas clung to me Engulfed in sorrow's swamps I could not find My path among this occult wizardry.
Thorns of hate grew lushly there and tore The fabric of our human tapestry, Escape denied I heard the sudden roar Of anger rush like poisoned poetry
Into my being as a blinding force Storming the guardians at the inner gate. Their havoc spent they left without remorse My calm dissolved in their malignant spate.
All was not over yet, a noxious rain Poured down its deluge of pestilential greed, Malevolent to fill the world with pain Dousing the inner light, drowning the seed
Of faith in torrents of ungodliness. Then from the reeking forest floor's deep mire There grew the sinister fruits of wickedness And the multicoloured flowers of desire
Begging to be plucked by unwary hands To spread their dark contagion through the blood, Unseen barbs beneath their brilliant bands To rip the flesh and crucify the good.
As clouds of life's uncertainty arose Like fog banks slowly blanketing the night And all the world once known around me close In the darkness of the day approached a light,
Faint at first whose incandescent beam Lit up this world of beings without souls, Phantasmagoric as a nightmare dream Devoid of love, these denizens and trolls,
Elves and goblins, conjurers and sprites Who wreak on man the ways of misery To sate their small but ravenous appetites And stay the course of human destiny.
I have refound the sunlit road once known In births before the lighting of the stars, Through Their compassionate grace my soul has grown To recognize the dual Avatars.
Poems Undated (1727)
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