I listened to the singing of the wind And thought it first a chant-like melody, A woman's voice it grew, so filled with love I stood transfixed and let it enter me.
It sang a secret not to be divulged To the unlistening conceit of man, It turned a hum that passed into the night Through frozen windows of the mind it ran.
Again it changed, a drone of destiny As in some lamp-lit temple in Tibet, Overtones that built on overtones. I caught the rhythm, knew the tune and yet
Descending to the valleys of the world It passed the Gods above the mountain snows. Earth's song I heard, transformed by heaven's touch, And AUM within my silent soul arose.
Poems Undated (1727)
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