Ode to Centuries


49

Sleep thou in the bosom
Of thy tender comrades
And if the world
Did not give you a true friend

Sleep in the divine-open
Where the stars speak with you
While the living water
Knows your name

And the moonlight glimmer
Satisfied the dreaming in you
Sleep thou in the bosom
Of the whispers of mortals
For a day will come
When you will be immortal.

While the living water whispers below the sun


48

I can feel the foam
Of the cosmos, glowing
And carving my soul
Love in its gentlest form

Altruism for an ideal
Not for always and forever
But for today, we bow
Before the life-force

Of a billion galaxies
Is the heart of man pure?
Does it matter, he will
Survive if he can align himself

With nature, if woman can
Turn him to righteousness
Behold, all things attain
Their sustainability in balance

The sun is that strong
The light is that wise
Deeds, knowledge, beauty, joy
All come from evolution

It’s not us that thinks, builds, mates
It’s only the measure of
Energy in us, the youth in us

I can feel the foam
Of the universe all around me
All that the morning star
Has scattered, all the folds
Of twilight that never went away

All that the stars leave in their
Bringing together of energy.

In Living Poetry


47

Utterance leaves me silent
My tongue as useless
As subtle fire, the universe

Can speak what it wants
To creatures temporary
As transient as ears ringing

And sightless eyes
In the sea of living
Evolution is daring, and

Adoring thee, for what
You were and not what
You could become

Language brings you closer
To duality, away
From the initial unity

The oneness of lost oceans
And poetry is just the music
Of the thoughts of ancients

A speck of beauty left
A remnant of symbols
Dead for madness and gone

A strong trembling of
The fever of the Gods
A lyrical fluttering
And the heart beholds

The truth in a moment
And I behold your living poetry
Like eyes of diamonds
And words of star-songs.