The winter season hangs upon my soul Its memory of death, the loved one lost, Though spring returns reminded of the goal The heart in waves of sorrow still is tossed.
Once poetry rained down like molten tears From unknown founts upon a grief-torn face And all the world lay foundering in fears, To beauty lost in animal disgrace.
Returning to the Source I came again To that still place, the habitat of love And for a time, released from human pain Received assurance from the gods above
That life no longer would be evil's prey. As fades into the light the evening star When morning stirs and darkness yields to day We shall arrive, remembering the far
And fateful journey answering the Call, The often winding path our spirits trod, The glory and the danger and the fall To venture on the near approach to God.
------------------ The indelible memory of my recent months in the Ashram, surrounded by love, compassion, friendships of the spirit and the radiance of souls who live in light.
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