Enroute to Auroville - April 22, 1975

I saw in flaming moon-gold softly draped

Down the star-cut steps of consciousness

Descending, angels of the night's surcease.

A daylight dream it was and hard the sun

Blazed violently the cloud-webs of my eyes.

Feet of such white silence, breath be held,

The moment not to break with sound or sighs.

Then waking I slept while knowing dream more real

Than the rushing of the stream of leafless thoughts

That trouble the hour and the depths reveal.

Return journey to the patient trees,

The earth Her Grace has nourished; I am upheld

And grow amongst the stones, a force contained

Conscious though slowed past breathings pace.

And ultimately my faith a blossom stands

Held firmly in the calyx of an hour,

And death and dying meaningless, behold

This life engendering town of promised bliss.