Ashram Courtyard

When in the whispering womb of night

I call to Thee Madonna of Light

Thou comest I know but seldom I feel

Thy presence on my blinded sight.

Too gross this weakling instrument

To know communion and content,

But prayer in me would fain reveal

The impress of the godhead's seal.

A song within continues me

Though these lips can utter scarce a sound

A bridge of light by an ashok* tree

I climb the steps... and peace is found.

Saraca indica - Spiritual significance: "Without Grief"