June 29, 1973
1.
It beckons, I come. I approach, it recedes. Calling me ever deeper Into my soul it proceeds.
It is there above me And I feel its air, A manifest vision of Thee A garden of light so fair.
Where delicate bowers Of earth's finest stone Set in the dream-fields of flowers, Midst jasmines and creepers full-blown.
Immersed in the life-sense Of flora and seed, Touching their symbols, their essence, Vibrant with learning their need.
Calm waters hold lilies And miracles we seize, Soft grasses invite the tread And the great carved statues speak peace.
2.
Sunlight and the rustle of leaves And life reflected in smooth argent pools The graceful movement of fishes Bright plumage wings on the breeze.
Aged stones of the orient abound, Great presences home in protecting trees Mosses and ferns of the forests Her radiant glories surround.
Awaiting the purity to describe Her dream, the divinity of earth, I sing of the flowers, plant seeds, Prepare the soil for New birth.
3. Each garden I enter I find Filled with significance, Music soars above the mind, A chant descending pure and free.
Above and beneath me is green And the blue of lake and sky Meet in each facet of green and gold Against the temple rising high.
Life vibrant, the bees hum pure A rainbow of beauty abounds Richness and joy follow pathways sure And sweetness the Matrimandir surrounds.
Poems Undated (1727)
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