Only the material sheath remains Sacred raiment of the Godhead's robe Symbol of the sacrificial gains For man endured, achieved on this bright globe.
A perfume trailing like a wind-blown veil Exulting in the breeze's light caress, A fragrance like the heavenly asphodel And all our lives a summary of bliss.
Behind the Ashram's scented gates we file, The little that we are we give to her Abandoning desires for awhile, The world beyond a busy whirring blur
Of energies and entities that thrive In life's environment, on human fate, Alone She is the light in which we live, Destroying fixity to new-create
Ourselves that we may find on Rapture's height The thousand-petalled lotus of delight.
Poems Undated (1727)
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