Bear with an Indomitable Will

As I leave this sacred place a calm descends

Suffusing the environment with peace.

I know not how it began nor how it ends

Or when I shall attain the great release.

Winter is slow to come, the flowers sleep

Preparing in their roots the fragrant year,

The war drags on and sudden widows weep

In eastern lands the people live in fear.

Suicide bombings continue without pause

As if the death of innocents might yield

To darkness' forces their infernal cause

And all the world become a blood-strewn field.

I leave for India again tonight,

Alone to breathe the Ashram's atmosphere

Recharge the soul in that transforming light,

Self's offering that keeps the Presence near.

Yet going and coming are in essence one

The secret of our journey is to be still

Like the flowers learn towards the sun

And bear with an indomitable will.