The other day in the morning mail I received a catalogue of books And then remembered Ved Prakash's tale. If one could tell the soul by outward looks
Then on page one the photo of Dyumanbhai, That inner smile witnessing a scene Far off of peace, a light within the eye That held a wisdom we can only glean
From scraps of world-experience or dream Or sometimes feel as from a height above, Compassionate in flow, a widening stream, The opening to avenues of love.
"Our Dyumanbhai loved you very much", He said, then poured a rain of psychic tears As I had rarely wept before, a touch Of soul on soul through long remembered years.
Though surrender seems a far and distant day Still his quiet teaching blesses me, How to offer work a sadhak's way And tread the path of Mother's devotee.
Poems Undated (1727)
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