Never can the night escape my prayer Or morning break on song-filled wonder-boughs Absent my hymn of offering: the air So filled with radiance and the human " I " Grown smaller with the passing of the hours. Slowly now awareness of the sky, The crystal lake, the guardian trees, the flowers - And the chalice of my soul with Thee is filled. Peace of the conscious stone, such Force descends Dense upon this frame of earthly years, A knowledge seeks to penetrate and sends Its message passing mind so now one hears The mother-song, the world-transforming tone, As peace envelopes - softly its caress Enfolding limbs and penetrating bone, And all is lost and found in timelessness. In a cave of silence mechanic mind is stilled. Invoking thy name in the sanctuary's keep Awash in the light of Savitri, I sleep.
Poems Undated (1727)
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