The Ashram - First Visit

August 1999

Imagery of the landscapes of early youth

Impinge on the inner eye those memories

More potent than dream, more tranquil than settled sleep,

As I supine, culling from clouds through trees

Beauteous visions as make the angels weep.

In a penumbra of the awakening soul

Unknowing I bowed in church to the mother of all,

Mechanically fulfilling life's programmed play

Then rescinding my role when at last was heard the call

And glimpsed from within the far and sacred day

When I'd sail to Her upon some unknown shore

A callow youth, set in crystalline mould,

Free in spirit, breathing a magical air.

An awakening burst of the heart, Her blessings untold,

She knowing all, my future did prepare.