In unexpected moments of the soul A recognition comes of former lives When gestures natural to old lost selves That seem not mine, natural, refined Come forth and suddenly express themselves. Brotherly salutations from these hands Folded like an ornament of prayer A forehead's touch or a saintly kiss Pressed upon a friend or comrades brow. Or sometimes dream reveals the hidden man Divested of his cloak of ignorance, A warrior or kingly soul or yet, A servant of the higher consciousness Or the unknown one who peers behind the veil That screens this wildly teeming life from truth And silence mid the din of earthly days. What shall remain when body breathes its last And life's accumulations have no worth Is this, the inner life that is our Self, Undying, indestructible and pure.
Poems Undated (1727)
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