Poems of Narad

To Mother in Gratitude

A World of beauty now is manifest here
I shall give my life to Her who welcomed me
Forsaking ego, surrender all to Her
And know Her now as the divinity.

I feared not the ocean nor her mountainous swells
Or the power of her thundering waves,
Embracing her not as enemy but friend
And dove into her deep foreboding caves.

I grew familiar with the woodland streams
The forest hemlocks and the flowered glades
And meditated on the beauty of moss and stone
And slept upon the grasses gentle blades,

Conversing with the sky and the holy One,
Brighter than the suns reflected light,
I knew myself divine, a child of quest,
And all the world was blessèd in my sight.

Someone called me into a mystic land
Far from my home, where jasmines grew
And incense floated fragrant in the air
A land perhaps in former births I knew.

And there I met the Mother of the worlds
Seated regally upon a royal chair
She spoke to me of music, filled my soul,
She was all-love, all-kindness sitting there

Inviting me to speak or meditate.
I closed my eyes and watched the flames arise
Burning in me the dross of centuries
And psychic tears profusely poured from eyes

Of gratitude before her form Divine
To whom I gave my heart, my very soul
Placing my head upon Her sacred Feet
Knowing I had reached my spirit's goal.

But arduous the road this being to cleanse
From ego and desire ages past
To offer all my life in thrall to Her
Freed from the bonds of ignorance at last.

And now as age upon this body dawns
Offering of self the only way,
In silence and in peace the Light descends
To Her my prayers rise up both night and day.

I place my head upon her lap, she strokes my hair
And speaks so gently to me of music and flowers
Those bright companions helping me to grow
And fill with gratitude the passing hours.

Reliving a part of my first meeting with Mother