Monday, August 8, 2011
Pilgrimage
Drink deeply from the dayspring of my love
O weary pilgrim,
For the road behind you is wet with the tears
Of your search
And the way ahead is fraught with the fears
Of your longing.
But for now shake the dust from your senses
And refresh your spirit in the coolness
Of my eternity.
Soar now and ride the breeze of splendour
Beyond the twinkling beacons of the universe
Where the unity of life abides
The great benificent whose wonder
Is mutely reflected by the efforts
Of these heavenly orbs
Do not turn away from the light
For the eyes see not
When the back is turned.
Now tarry not, young traveller
The time is nigh and the way is clear.
Walk softly upon the mystical path,
Yet let your tread be sure.
And remember me young sage
When you reach the garden of eternal splendour
For the rose that blooms will not die
Ere the water of my dayspring flows.
Sunday, August 7, 2011
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