I searched the great religions' occult ways And arcane truths of the mystical elite But found no living sustenance to embrace Until I touched my head to Mother's feet.
In a room where space and time were meaningless We moved to Her through a charged and pregnant air, Lost in the moment of Her rapturous caress Our life fulfilled to kneel before Her chair.
We knew not of the agony She endured Absorbing the pain of our ego-driven race In petty wants and appetites immured We followed not Her evolution's pace.
Now Her body lies beneath the Tree And She in stillness moulds our destiny.
Poems Undated (1727)
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