In this intransigence of ego-self The psychic being weeps its longing tears To break free from this overburdening elf, And prays the unregenerate vital disappears.
There are realms that They have shown to me In subtle worlds and solar vastnesses And taken me to lands of subtlety Where the kine feed silently on sweetnesses
In realms of beauty to mortal man unknown. There all perfection is and all a charm On moonstone floors a majesty is shown And nothing there of falsehood to cause alarm.
There blue-winged songsters sing among the flowers In a paradise of supramental light With golden fountains pouring forth their showers A world impregnable to the approach of night.
Here love undefiled has found its home In Mother, Queen of all the worlds beyond Who invites the fearless traveller to come And rest from labour on this sacred ground.
Poems Undated (1727)
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