A flower whose name I do not now recall Blossoms in the centre of my heart, A rose perhaps of psychic offering Or mystic lily of the Maker's art.
Long has it lain asleep in dormant bud, But now in the warmth and blaze of itsrefound sun Unfolds to beauty and the touch divine Yielding in sweetness to the fragrant One,
An opening made in the dense clay of self, But the full and final flowering awaits The momentous change, the true decisive turn Toward the sound that ever reverberates
In our souls and in ourselves, the mantric Aum. And when we live in that subtle state of grace All will be changed for suddenly we see That life is god-infused and we embrace
The unity appearing in our midsts, And shining at the centre fire-bright A harmony of elements divine, In the pulsing glow of a luminous inner light
An inflorescence perfect beyond compare, Rising from a consecrated soil Offering to God its rapture-bloom Through centuries of slow-evolving toil,
Replenishing our lives by its sacrifice, Connecting the aspiration of the earth To heaven-bliss soaring it ascends And scatters the seeds of a greater being's birth.
Poems Undated (1727)
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