August 1999
To kneel before her silent, alone with God On the borders of a supramental world, And shake the dross accumulate of years Exposed to her all one's past unfurled.
To suffer the divine outpouring force And open wide the inner doors to feel The swift infusion of Her sudden Grace That turns the weak and wavering will to steel.
In a frail bent frame the sole omnipotent Power Leaned to touch our heads and shake us free From the shackles of our unremembered past Our fate and grandiose satiety.
Behind this Mother the light of the cosmos trailed As all our vaunted knowledge slipping, failed.
Poems Undated (1727)
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