Poems
THEME/S
Sehra
1
Freedom—24.4.1980
With the Far-away's call
Quickening your heart-beat
You freed yourself from all
Earth's bitter-sweet.
Terrible at times the means
By which the soul
Drops out of mortal space
To its inmost goal.
A moment your whole life hung
'Twixt heaven and abyss;
Then the Great Mother caught you
In Her arms of bliss.
No shadow fell from the past.
A smiling future's light
Flowered through your face to answer
Our clamorous questioning sight.
26.4.80
Page 628
2
Road Down—Road Up
Without a word you went.
Ungracious not to tell—
Unless your silence meant
The sheer Ineffable....
The dark abyss devised
A horror for your part.
Suddenly you surprised
Death by your Godward heart.
While playing his tragic role,
In a bravery of sleep
Heaven's depth within your soul
You plumbed with your blind leap.
6.5.1980
Page 629
3
Voice from Within
"Your work is ended, your time over.
Look now for all your bliss beyond.
Forsake the world, let go your lover,
Break every bend
That links the body to the soul
With transitory smiles and tears.
Plunge to the diamond pure and whole
Coring frail years!
O does it matter how you die—
Undone by self on in sick bed—
If either way to its Mother-sky
Your soul is lei?
The passage may be rough or smooth—
What difference to the Light's true child?
Great hands await to calm and soothe
The wounded, the wild.
Sweeter to seek the gentle hour,
But if the heart stands lost and lone
Waver not, claim the sudden power
To pierce the Unknown!"
10.5.80
Page 630
4
To My Own Heart
A little more, a little less
Of transitory breath,
What can it bring of blessedness,
What can it bar of death—
An ever-present inner throe—
When the great Master's gone
And the sweet Mother chose to go
And left their children lone?
Only remains a lustre-touch
On Spirit by the soul—
But this one joy is always such,
Be the body broken or whole.
It makes no change that one should leave
Sooner or later, die
Self-slain or let slow Time achieve
Its finishing artistry.
If triumph is to meet, all clear
Of veils, the vanished Light,
Heart, grieve not that the face most dear
Has robbed you of its sight!
12.5.80
Page 631
5
Two Months
Since her own flight, two months have flown
Out of the earth's mad whirl,
Joining in the depths of the unknown
The eternity of my girl.
Our life is woven of vanishing time,
Death after death are we.
When will this heart be hushed to rhyme
With my girl's eternity?
Soon may that miracle be done—
A bliss-bolt from God's blue
That, piercing day and night, makes one
Eternity of us two!
24.6.80
Page 632
6
Life and Death
Death broke our lives
Wide apart—
But death has cut my distance
From your deep heart.
So close by night and day,
Yet touch I empty air—
This new life's double way,
Sweetness most hard to bear.
Never would I have grown
One with your soul of love
If never left alone
A body which death clove
From your abandoned form
And urged to f train
Void arms to the Unseen
Calling to clasp my pain.
30.9.80
Page 633
7
Love's Plunge
She was born with so great love
It broke her heart
And, plunging outward, clove
Death's veil apart.
She cried: "Where lives the one
I've sought each hour?
All that I deemed my own
Flees my love's power.
"Shall I find you in the deep
That gathers all
To a single soothing sleep
Beyond life's call?
"Within that gulfing peace
The dreamed and the true
Might merge—and eternities
Be endless you."
5.11.80
Page 634
8
At the Mother's Samadhi
A glory You've made my days
Because Your feet
Have let me count their steps
With each heart-beat.
Though pain on pain has struck,
I'll not blaspheme,
Calling death's sleep to drown
Life's shipwrecked dream.
Forever Yours until
The appointed close—
Only in eyes of light
I seek repose
My days You've made a glory.
Abysms I'll cross
Yet reach the Immense, the Full
And lose all loss.
6.11.80
Page 635
9
Transmutation
Seeing you freed from the long tremor of human breath,
Each flame in me straightened in that deep calm,
your death.
Flickerless, the soul now strained to an empyrean air
Through your still face of all-forgetting endless prayer.
Surrendered limbs, in-gaze, faint smiling lips apart—
It's so you unknotted forever the time-grip on my heart.
16.11.80
Page 636
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