I sit by her in the evening's solitude Broken only by the cawing crows No longer can I speak of this or that For nothing is true the mental being knows. I am lacking in the soul experience And cannot say just where the psychic is But reading with her in this simple light I know that this and surely only this Is real. I feel the presence of a seer As the sun-bright day glides slowly into night, Beside me voicing wisdom, heart to heart One who has achieved the inner sight, A captain on the voyage of her soul Devotion, love, surrender in her eyes, And kindliness and humble reverence Aware that soon the body's fragile ties Will sever and she will be free from pain To kneel before the Lord of Life again.
Poems Undated (1727)
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