Mother's Devotee - For Dyumanbhai

The other day in the morning mail

I received a catalogue of books

And then remembered Ved Prakash's tale.

If one could tell the soul by outward looks

Then on page one the photo of Dyumanbhai,

That inner smile witnessing a scene

Far off of peace, a light within the eye

That held a wisdom we can only glean

From scraps of world-experience or dream

Or sometimes feel as from a height above,

Compassionate in flow, a widening stream,

The opening to avenues of love.

"Our Dyumanbhai loved you very much",

He said, then poured a rain of psychic tears

As I had rarely wept before, a touch

Of soul on soul through long remembered years.

Though surrender seems a far and distant day

Still his quiet teaching blesses me,

How to offer work a sadhak's way

And tread the path of Mother's devotee.