Speak to me so sweetly of Thy Name And all my soul shall bend and touch Thy Feet, I bow before Thee importunate and lame, Mother, who I've been graced by love to meet.
The years have flown, yet ever young I find My spirit yearning urgently to be free From repetiveness of vital life and mind And surrender self in freedom's joy to Thee.
This world of pain and woe must disappear Replaced by Bliss, the angels of the bright Power and the beauty drawing near, The dawning of the Supramental light.
May man awake and lean into the day With folded hands in gratitude to pray.
Poems Undated (1727)
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