Matrimandir Gardens - June 29, 1973

1.

It beckons, I come.

I approach, it recedes.

Calling me ever deeper

Into my soul it proceeds.

It is there above me

And I feel its air,

A manifest vision of Thee

A garden of light so fair.

Where delicate bowers

Of earth's finest stone

Set in the dream-fields of flowers,

Midst jasmines and creepers full-blown.

Immersed in the life-sense

Of flora and seed,

Touching their symbols, their essence,

Vibrant with learning their need.

Calm waters hold lilies

And miracles we seize,

Soft grasses invite the tread

And the great carved statues speak peace.

2.

Sunlight and the rustle of leaves

And life reflected in smooth argent pools

The graceful movement of fishes ,̶

Bright plumage wings on the breeze.

Aged stones of the orient abound,

Great presences home in protecting trees

Mosses and ferns of the forests

Her radiant glories surround.

Awaiting the purity to describe

Her dream, the divinity of earth,

I sing of the flowers, plant seeds,

Prepare the soil for New birth.

3.

Each garden I enter I find

Filled with significance,

Music soars above the mind,

A chant descending pure and free.

Above and beneath me is green

And the blue of lake and sky

Meet in each facet of green and gold

Against the temple rising high.

Life vibrant, the bees hum pure

A rainbow of beauty abounds

Richness and joy follow pathways sure

And sweetness the Matrimandir surrounds.