If only my body could vibrate with Thy name As a kitten purrs, its constant joy expressed, And there rise in me a mystic mantra's sound Calling Thee always in consecration's prayer.
Music has been the inner expressive force Charging my youth and my years in Auroville, The Ashram choir, the night we sang to Thee— But now a new voice dominates my days. Somewhere behind the heart a singer sings Recalling Thy Face, Thy Touch, The Sacred Years When again Thy Feet descended touching earth, And through half-blind and shuttered inner doors We glimpsed or felt the brilliant light of Thee.
I do not know if the flame is stronger now Than in those youthful years when you cleaved my heart And installed therein the fierce and cleansing fire, But I know love grows and silent gratitude.
For in these days when the earth so despairingly cries I feel Thee near and wait the sacred hour When the Lord in his golden image shall descend With Thee, O our Mother, his white eternal bride.
Poems Undated (1727)
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