All my vital energies have gone. I sit alone and watch the weary hours Spill their emptiness on vacant night As earth in sunlight offers golden flowers
And morning-song from all her winged delight. A desert dryness sears my surface soul Parching thought and desiccating word While spring unharnessed frolics like a foal
Its watchful mother standing closely by. To bear the weight of heavenly embrace Is a torturous time for the difficult "I", Dissolving in a rain of cleansing grace
Abandoned to a bright transmuting sky, No longer can the rivers of remorse Flow swiftly through the landscape of the heart When the psychic being sets its godward course.
Poems Undated (1727)
Home
Disciples
Narad
Share your feedback. Help us improve. Or ask a question.