Nothing of the Self

Night in silence tenders me

Brief peace and marginal release.

Distracted from my thoughts of thee

I live a moment in unease,

Unable to secure the peace

Unable still to calm the mind,

The poignant memories to cease

And sorrow's legacy rescind.

In the Ashram's atmosphere I kept

A silent vigil in my room,

Dreamless through the night I slept

Distanced from the closing gloom.

Alone now in this land of trees

Where birdsong fills the fragrant day,

Remembrance of suchtimes as these

Wings back to me and I delay

The journey that the soul must take.

As grief upon the cleaved heart rains

The inner being seems to break

And nothing of the self remains.