Poems By Arjava

The Divine Shakti

COSMIC, TRANSCENDENT, INDIVIDUAL.

SEND Thy pure cadences, O Mother Divine,

To echo inly through the caves

Of a deepening heart which knows itself for Thine.

Play Thy moon-music on the quiet waves

Of an ocean's wideness in the still soul,

Where tidal waters wait Thy hushed control.

Unsullied wisdom of gold which was thrice refined,

Shine in the clear space of holy noon

On all the upland hollows of the mind :

May every shadow-harbouring thought be strewn

With solar vastness and compelled

To feel all fear and all self-limits quelled.

Men have found Thee in wildness and the sharp-tanged air,

Breathed of green multitudes of earth,

Far from hate's city, orbits of despair,

Alleys of desire or sultry streets of dearth.

Take my offered will and let it be

Fragrant as Thine own, tame less, pure and free.

April 27, 1934.