Endless the Dawn

In sequences remote from memory's call

I dreamed a sky, a living fire of bliss.

Moods then suffused with altar incense spires,

Come pain-etched now in ice and crystal nights.

Slender blossoms on thread-like boughs

Sigh softly as the loving hand draws near;

And all these foreign fears of loneliness

Vanish at the moment's fleeting touch.

Through forested domains our feet shall find

The radiant paths of light Her children know;

Endless the songs, the massive rhythm beats,

Endless the dawn for the soul's unerring flight.

First published in Mother India - November 1971