In the morning of my life I worshipped Thee And in my youthful days I heard the call To travel to a land of mystery And learn from realised souls to give one's all.
I taught the Ashram students all I knew Of music and the flower significances Concerts gave that garnered a nod or two And yet I found myself in circumstances
That could not sustain the Ashram's sacred peace I could not settle in that atmosphere, The unruly vital's energy would not cease But the call to my soul was strikingly clear.
Again and again I returned to my spirit's home To build the gardens beneath the golden dome.
Poems Undated (1727)
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