Perhaps tomorrow I shall know The things I cannot see today, The future's road on which I go, The hidden music and the play.
Peace folds its sweetness round my head Descends enveloping my heart Yet to the past I am not dead And from this earth I must not depart
Just yet for there is much to do. The gardens wait in subtle space And music will my soul renew To lift me to that higher place
Where all is known I've striven for, That I might sing the worlds to sleep, In flowered dreams my spirit soar To find eternal joy nor weep
For beauty lost where beauty reigns In Durga's arms, in Laxmi's smile, In Saraswati's liquid strains, No separateness and no denial
Of lower self to scale the height; The boundaries of time erase, The nectar of supreme delight To sip, the golden feet embrace.
Poems Undated (1727)
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