I wait alone in the cave of unconsciousness The unfailing transformation of the soul. Darkness clings to me like a towering cloak Covering obscurities of self, Hiding the light I know to be my own. The coins of freedom fallen from my hand Drop silently upon the carpeted floor. I laugh among companions then I weep Alone within the forest of the mind. Death comes to all around me whom I loved, Who offered in my grief comfort's words And smiled in the distance with the failing light. Soon I shall leave this hermitage of green Whose flowered greetings sing to me each day, Where hawks and swans and snakes befriended me. She gave me gardens to build upon the clay In a city destined to save the strickened world But I could not catch the vision though her force Propelled me like a wind across the sands. I return again to the plains of India Without the key but by that beauty led Drawn by Her towards the fires of dawn.
Poems Undated (1727)
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