I touched Her Feet divine and silently As she pressed the yearning breast of earth, Her voice filled my spirit with surprise The intoxicating beauty of her eyes, Her speech that is the very voice of God Her touch that healed the voiceless and forlorn Her laugh a sun spinning through the skies Her counsel to the illiterate and wise All this and more to all who felt Her Grace And placed their head upon Her offered lap That through Her there might evolve a higher race To change man's future from a dark demise And bring on earth the ultimate Beauty's prize, A race of beings powerful and bright Who bring to us the Supramental Light.
Poems Undated (1727)
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