Across the Nether Lands of Night

The poets speak to such as us,

With high-pitched voice and eyes a-gleam

Or resonant, mellifluous,

And through their recitations stream

Truths on our prosaic world,

Timeless visions of inner sight.

Their words like sparkling gems are hurled

Across the nether lands of night.

And then I open Savitri

And reading often do I weep

For beauty we have never seen

In lines that make the spirit leap

Beyond the fortress of the mind,

Reason and intelligence,

Give sight to that which now is blind

Imbuing with a heightened sense

Awareness of a truth sublime,

Emergence from our darkened state

The journey of the soul through time,

And on its mantras meditate.