In The Ashram Courtyard - 1

July 6, 1999

Bengali men with joy-filled eyes attending

Flowers for the garden of the shrine,

The hallowed courtyard, still and fragrance filled,

A new age born and golden light descending.

At the Samadhi, a silent aspirant,

United in devotion mid flesh of all hues;

Words softly spoken, smiles that reached behind

The heart to greet the unseen inhabitant.

Such names resound through all my memoried days

Parichand, Nolinida, Nirod.

The great ones saw Her move as a flame of white light,

The Mother of love, shedding Her luminous rays.

Awakened to Divinity's call they came

To uncloak the soul and bear the cleansing flame.