Look upon me Mother and excise The darknesses that still within me lie, Purify my heart to through-compose The music of emerging deity.
Purify my voice that I may sing Melodies of spirit new to earth, The harmonies that move men's heart to strive And seek for God and spirit's true rebirth.
Play through this instrument thy godlike notes, Strains that call the troubled mind to peace, Songs that lie within the soul of things And grant from ego's grip the soul's release.
As shepherd's fluting to their wayward flocks Or evensong as children rock to sleep, Music of the power to transform Be heard among the chant of sorrows deep.
Purify my life that I may sing Of love alone as offering to Thee, My mouth to be an oracle of joy, To chant the mantric strains of Savitri.
Purify my hands that I may tend The gardens I must manifest for Thee, My mind to be a channel to transmit The rhythms of the future poetry.
Purify my eyes that I may see All forms as representatives of Thee, All happenings occurrences of Grace That manifest through time eternally.
Purify my heart that every beat May vibrate with the rapture-thrill of Thee,. And coursing through this offered house of flesh The flowing rivers of Infinity.
Purify this temple built of clay Make sacred every nerve and cell I pray To vibrate as we hear His silver flute Immortal in our mortal pastures play.
Poems Undated (1727)
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