Darshan eve, the 40th anniversary of my arrival at the Ashram

At His Lotus Feet

He bids me enter deeper, deeper still,

Into the cave behind the heart-beats' wall

And search the darkness leaning on His will

Of such compassion I know I shall not fall.

A mystic tunnel looms before my eyes

And voices of the higher worlds entreat

But something in the consciousness denies

The full and final offering, the sweet

And pure surrender at His lotus feet:

For round me hangs the residue of Night

And slow am I the sun of truth to greet

While visionless eyes await the inner sight.

Yet love shall fuel the engines of my prayer

To dwell again in that pellucid air.